Friday, March 25, 2011
No, I did not die, or fall of the face of the Earth, or find a secret cave to hide out in (although that sounds wonderful at the moment). I just have too much on my plate, and can not fathom making myself think, let alone write down what I think. The new stress? Our house. Our roof is rubish, so that leaves us with a soggy house. Crappy mod roof, with wicked windstorms do not mix apparently. Our house is literally soggy. Everything from the ceiling panels to the sub flooring has to be replaced. My bathroom, and laundry room are literally sinking. We will find out Monday, or Tuesday what the insurance company can do. There is so much damage here, I can barely function. At least mentally. You work so hard on a crappy house, and try to make it nicer, and feel more like home (which you had almost succeeded at, or so you think) then...BAM! the sucker is rotting to the ground right underneath your feet. So all I can think about 24/7 is: Am I going to lose my house? Will it be so bad they condemn it? Will they help pay for the roof, and the inside damage? Will they give me a place to stay while it is being repaired? Am I going to be taking a bath, and suddenly fall the ground?...stay tuned to find out what happens on "Days of My Soggy Life".