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In other words, the basement's back!

The painting and flooring were finished by the end of last week. Bobby started moving stuff back downstairs last weekend, and the storage pod in our driveway was picked up today, so everything's back in the house, although not everything's put together/away yet. However, while my parents and sis-in-law Erin were over last weekend, we did get all the furniture and TV carried back downstairs, so we have our living space back again! Huzzah!

Bobby had an art class last night, so we ate an early supper then, like Hobbits, a second supper later when he got home. Then we went downstairs, put on Ghosthunters, and I fell asleep on the couch with Bobby on one side, Alex on the other. It was bliss.

The contractor is still working on repairing the pump attached to the sink in the laundry room and finishing the stairs. We decided not to replace the carpet, so the lovely hardwood steps under the carpet have to be sanded and finished. Everything looks really good. Once it's all finished, I'll post pictures.

The flood was two months and 10 days ago today.
Those of you who have met me in Real Lifetm and remember when my hair was down to my bum--it is no longer. It was so dry and damaged that it was actually losing length; it had shortened from bum-length to reaching the small of my back without any effort from me. The ends were so split that, whenever I'd brush it, my hair would break off. Ugh. Since it was going to shorten itself anyway, then my mom cut it past the point where it was damaged, which was 5 inches (13 cm). I've been avoiding this for months now but finally agreed to it yesterday. So my hair certainly isn't short, but it's short for me. It reaches the middle of my back now. I'm hoping it grows back fast! It feels wrong to have hair this short.

The basement situation is progressing. Dispatches from Our Own Personal Swamp )
The Hell is, thankfully, at bay for the moment, but the high water is here with a vengeance.

As reported in my last post, our bedroom ceiling is leaking profusely--I just counted 11 pots and plastic tubs arranged to catch the leaks--so we planned to spend the night down in the basement. A little after midnight, I woke up because Bobby had turned on the lights in the basement hallway. I asked what was going on, and he said he thought he'd found another leak because the carpet was wet.

Turns out it was worse. Much worse. )

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