We are OK.

The uncertainty of the uncertainty of it all is hard on my gut sometimes. Then there is the weather, which continues to be dreary and rainy. Not good for my head.

Miriam at times shows definite regress and at other times is about as she has been. All of that means she is continuing her "progress" with this disease. Daughters think she is closer to a care facility, so Miriam's name is on a waiting list at the only real AD facility in the area.

I feel old, decisions that involve me and mine are being done (capably) by others. Not really a complaint, but a realization that life moves on. Tomorrow is my birthday. It is one of those big ones. Friend asked if it was 39 again, and I said: "No, it's 3/4!"

Meanwhile, my challenged grandson, who, at 27, lives with his parents here on the farm, has a nasty case of pneumonia. The Doc put him in the hospital last night. Daughter just came home for a shower and a nap (no one sleeps in the hospital!). She is very encouraged. That is good. He is a brittle diabetic, among other things.

Daughter and son-in-law have managed his diabetes for the last 25 years and have kept him going, which is not a small thing. But in the hospital, new experts are there. Son-in-law, who is infinitely patent always has to go to battle with them. In this case Diabetes is similar to AD. We know our patient better than the doctors sometimes. Not many Docs are ready to accept that reality.

While I was in Idaho last time, there was a killing frost here in Washington. That is unusual, but unusual is what the weather is here. My early garden might have been protected if I had been here, but daughter and family are up to their eye balls in other worries and my garden got skipped.

So I am replanting. Maybe we will have sunshine and spring yet this year.

progress, I think

Phone calls and progress.

At least that is what they tell me. The list of our personal property losses have been forwarded to the proper people (who seem to specialize in personal property losses).

That, the cheery voice said, would take about 2 weeks, but my list was in order. Not sure if that is literal or not.

But the big slow wheels are turning.

Teyve

Remember Tevye in “Fiddler on the Roof?”

He had a wonderful relationship with his God. Along the line of Moses in the Old Testament.

At one point Tevye  complains. “The Book says,” he begins. “The Lord chastens who he loves.”

Then he throws his dart. “Could you please love us just a little bit less?”

Recently someone was commenting on my family’s run of bad luck (if we dare use that word). About 20 years ago all of Miriam’s paintings were burned up in a fire we had nothing to do with. No insurance, of course.

Then about a decade later Miriam is diagnosed with AD. If there is a life changing event that was one. Then this year our house, the only house we have ever owned is destroyed by water. 

We were not involved directly in any of those three events. I suppose I could/should have badgered the city to put a berm up around their project. I remember being told that this pipe modification would be to my benefit. I could have, but I believed their young engineers.

I am not angry with God for any of these events. God and I have some questions between us and we are both aware of it, but not that one. Anger is not well used against things you have no control of, though that is what usually happens, it seems.

An exchange of email with friend David yesterday put my mind to rest a little. I have had no word from anyone on the disaster. 

“Things will work out okay. I'm confidant of that.” 

The corner of my decimated house, with the fans and the dehumidifier. 

drying

Yesterday was workers and adjusters.

The cleanup crews labored to clean, wash and then dry the house. In the afternoon the real important adjuster arrived, surveyed the situation and began telling us what to do next. The insurance company, I was informed, has responsibility to make it all good again, but the city has responsibility for the damage too. So the insurance company has every reason to keep the heat on the city.

I like that. 

It turns out that the way the water came in is critical, as is the source of the water. There was some question that the insurance company would not cover this particular situation.

The adjuster arrived and began without hesitation. She had seen the city report. She proceeded to explain their responsibilities and my duties. She did not question the details of the water. That was very good.

Last night the house was full of fans, about 20 of them as well as 4 or 5 dehumidifier/heaters. All working to dry the house and the framing out fast. There is question about the tile floor. Will all of this water cause it to loosen, only when it is dry can we know.

My emotions have gone through the gates during all of this and when there seemed to be a chance that the insurance company would pull out, those emotions dipped to new lows.

But after a couple visits with my insurance agent (a very good friend) and the visit and comments by the adjuster, I feel a ton better. 

Numbers are being put together. They will have them assembled by early week and we can begin talk and deciding.

Meanwhile, today is the last day my brother and his wife will be here, so we will make it a good day.

Our house yesterday morning. Photo by friend David. 

disaster

It started Wednesday with an early morning phone call. 

“Dave, there is a flood at your house.” The word “full” was used as was “street blocked.” My mind froze. 

I called a friend to look and call me back. 

He called back. It was not good.

“Go pack.” Daughter said. I was planning on making a trip to Idaho later in the day, taking Miriam with me. With the phone call I knew where I was going and it would be soon, but not when I would come back.

And my brother from Georgia was due on Thursday. 

It was noon before I got there. The water had been pumped out of the house. There had been 30 inches at the peak. Everything that was there was ruined. Crews were taking things out, others were inventorying the content. 

I didn’t cry, not out loud at least.

Today the crews tore out the drywall, took the cabinets off the wall, tore out the beautiful moldings I had labored over, the ones with 5 coats of oil enamel paint. 

The inspectors were sure the electrical wiring would be condemned. They were pretty sure that with that much water the ceramic tile on the floor might come loose. 

Right now there is cleanup going on, but no answers. The water came from a city controlled source. They are taking responsibility for the structure, we are not sure about the home owners policy. They are a tad slippery sometimes.

I cannot begin to imagine rebuilding the house.

The adjusters tell me that they will have word by mid week. I told them I was leaving town and that my friend David would be their contact person.

I don’t believe the Lord hurts one person for the benefit of another, but I do believe that the Lord is here to help us in adversity. This might be a blessing in disguise and it might be the end of a lot of good things.

It is too early to know. 

I came across this great quote from Dave Barry: "It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent."
Don't read Dave much lately. He must have lost his funny. 

underwear for men

Yesterday I decided I needed some new underwear. 

That sounds simple enough. But it ain’t. There are more styles of men’s underwear than you can imagine, and all of them come in tightly contained packaging that defies opening. No chance to check any details up close. 

I found the rack where I hoped they would have what I wanted. Simple low rider, cotton, stretchy style with a simple waist band and no fly. 

When I found what I thought was the right one, I made the purchase and made my way home. 

When I get them home I noticed the first bad sign. There was NO indication of sizing. One size may fit most, but there are skinny most and there are not so skinny most and there is no way in this world anything is going to fit them both.

I got the wrong most. The fabric is OK, the waist band is way too wide and way too tight and I don’t like them. So, 5 pair of new men’s shorts to Goodwill, and I will start the process over.

Sometimes I never find what I am looking for. Some years ago I bought some boxers that were really OK. The fabric was the right weight, the colors were OK (men’s boxers can get really wildly colorful and graphic) and they fit nicely.

So I went to get more like them. Ha. They only made that one batch apparently. I thought I had found some, but of course I could not inspect them more carefully. The fabric was the wrong weight, the size was wrong and they ended up at Goodwill. Never did find what I wanted.

I have bought Miriam’s lingerie most of our married life. I suppose somewhere there are women’s underwear packed in blister wrap able to resist terrorist attacks, but I don’t remember ever seeing any.

Tomorrow we go to the big city where I was born and I will give it another try.

Wish me luck.  

Miriam was always a phonetic speller.

Just read it out loud I would say.

Lots of very creative people have spelling issues, and while she was made to feel like a dunce, it was not necessary or correct.

Besides, we have all (including Miriam) gotten a lot of laughs out of her interpretation of the spelling process!

better

Miriam's boil got worse then better.

Night before last it broke, but daughter had a dressing on it with an Ace bandage wrapped around Miriam's head, like the cartoon characters! The bandage went under her chin and then over the crown of her head.

It looked bad but it worked pretty well.

Of course, after it broke and drained a bit, it was a lot better. In fact, I had to remind her to be careful of that side of her head. She could not remember why I was giving that advice.

Having had a few boils myself, I know they are not fun, but they do get better right after they were awful!

Today is a sunny day (at least for most of the day). I have an AD support group to attend and then a pair of peach trees to plant.

Ahh the life of a faux farmer!

Don't think this has been tightened for a while.

Spiders don't mind.

boils

Miriam has a boil this week.

This one is right in front of her hair right where a side burn might end, were she a guy. It has nothing to do with her ear, but it is close.

She is usually a good patient, but not so much this time. Daughter took her to the Doctor a week ago, she was given some antibiotic and told to check back in a week.

Tomorrow is the week so we will see how it is in the morning. It is swelled like half a bright red cherry and is irriattiong. I have had boils (two in one spring a few back). Mine were right under my shirt colar and uncomfortable for sure.

Hers is not rubbing anything, but it irritates her. Last night she insisted on putting a bandaid on it, but today it had to come off and that pulled hair and she was not happy about any of that.

Tonight she wants to cover it up someway, but we want to just put a towel over her pillow, in case it breaks during the night. That brought on a long and repeated discussion about the condition of the boil (which has not broken open yet).

Boils are not fun any time, and for someone who cannot remember that she just took a pill or had hot packs or that the bandaid hurt like crazy when it had to come off, it is even more terrifying.

Tomorrow we will decide what to do next.

I bought a little wood stove a while back.

Made out of a smallish propane bottle, it is a well thought out design. I bought it from the guy that made it. Not sure where he got the idea (probably borrowed from some one else). He did a decent job putting it all together.

The legs are about ugly, but I'll work on that.

I might take the stove camping with me, but it will probably end up in the little house I am building.

We will see.