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I'm going to stop saying I'm tired, because it's repetitive and boring, but I do have over 9,000 steps at the moment, most of them gained by going up and down the basement stairs. Why, you may ask? Because the basement guest room has become soggier and squishier all day. I have been emptying the bookshelves along the outside wall where the water is coming in, so that the books will be safe and the furniture can be moved if necessary. It was a lot of books. Many, many pounds of books, along with some boxes of games. I have moved them all onto the main floor, so now there are stacks and stacks in different corners. I'm running out of places to put things. I was hoping the Sparrowhawk could maybe vacuum up some water with the shop vac, but alas, it's a puny shop vac and doesn't seem to have much suction, even if it had the extension tube that would make it easier to use but which is lost somewhere. I am quite vexed with the company that claims the fallacious title of "EverDry" and to which we paid a whole lot of money for them to ensure that this would not happen again. Well, it's happening. Naturally, they are not answering the phone on a Sunday, but we have left messages and hope to summon them soon. We got a return message from ServPro, which claims it's good at reclamation of water damages. They will come sometime tomorrow and have a look. Honestly, I feel a certain amount of despair. The weather has not been kind to us lately. And it is raining heavily again, even as we speak.

We had a nice time this morning before returning to face the soggy music. We went to 11 o'clock church, and were reminded that there was going to be church breakfast served in the church basement (not soggy there). We went down there and sat with Celeste and her family, including her mom Esmerelda, who was just recently in the ICU with pneumonia! Celeste said it was her first real outing, but she looked amazing under the circumstances. I spent some time sitting with her and chatting. She showed me her IV bruises, and I commiserated. The Sparrowhawk let me drive home, and when we got there, he took a pretty extensive nap. Last night's party catching up with him, perhaps. I didn't think carrying things up the stairs was a wise choice for him, so I got him to make some declicious stir fry while I was moving boxes. We are trying now to soothe our souls with a little equestrian competition on tv. Everyone is so glossy and well-groomed! McLain Ward just jumped a clean round. I remember watching him jump when he was 16. I seem to have been here a long time. . . .

Date: 2026-03-16 06:37 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] siriosa
oh fer cryin out loud. i remember when you put those books down there.
my thighs are twinging in sympathy.
hero of the revolution, you.

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