LilSis went back to North Louisiana yesterday. She was the glue that held me together for about a week or so. I really miss her. Thank you, Lil Sis for everything. Those words just don’t begin to express the gratitude I feel.
We are going home today, though not to our old home. LilSis, friends, and I saved the furniture we could from our home and took it to the cypress cottage to fix it up for us to live in until we decide what we will do with our old homes down the bayou (there is a distance of 4 miles between the two places).
The adjuster for the National Flood Insurance program can’t come until Saturday. That will be two weeks after the water came into the house. And get this. They need to see the damage—the damaged furniture, etc. but they also want me to mitigate the losses by cutting out dry wall, removing paneling, and wet insulation because they don’t pay for “mold and mildew remediation”.
Mold? Did someone say mold? Mildew? Did you say mildew?
This is my kitchen floor — on Day 5 — and it is much worse now. Remember, if I clean it all up, the adjuster can’t see how much damage we got. Sure, I have photos, but it’s not proof positive.
And if you’re wondering why the plywood is bare, it’s because the parish only allows repairs after flooding if you elevate your house to the required height to prevent future flooding. We never had enough money to do the repairs and elevate, so we did the minimum to get moved back in after Hurricane Rita, and just made the best of it. And now, what’s the use?
The china cabinet looks a little green doesn’t it? My cookbooks are in the bottom shelf and it is swollen shut. I am very, very sad about that.
We were able to save the platform rocker on the left, which was our great grandmother’s, and then our mother’s (in which she rocked our babies), and now ours. The glider rocker on the right was also salvaged. My husband gave it to me on the my birthday just days before my third child was born. And the couch? Well, I never liked the micro-fiber anyway. Haul it to the road!
Okay, so the encyclopaedias are ruined; but who uses those nowadays anyway? We have the internet, right? The rest of the books and the bookcase will be salvaged and taken up to the cypress cottage soon.
There are plenty more photos of the mold, mildew, mud and I wish I could send you the smell. The smell hits you as soon as you get out of the vehicle, and carries on into the house.
But enough of all that. It is depressing.
I just wanted to thank all of you again for your prayers and good thoughts. One woman, Margaret Saizan, who has an award-winning blog she set up after Hurricane Katrina, has sort of taken a shining to me and this blog. I think she might need her head examined after a spider bit her on the cheek last year, but welcome her just the same.
We won’t have cable internet service at the cypress cottage until October 15th, by which time I will be in a straight jacket in a padded room from not being able to visit with you from time to time. Indeed, it will feel like solitary confinement without you, my blogging friends.
I might have to visit the library every day, 20 miles away, to get my fix. Okay. I’ll admit it. I am an internet junkie. I, the one who fought it tooth and nail as long as I could from entering my home and taking over the young minds of my children. And now, they have to drag me from my monitor when they come to visit!!!
I’ll post as soon as I can, everyone. I hope you miss me half as much as I’ll miss you.