A Day with No Fog

This past week we hit the 52 day mark in our hotel and it was a low point for me.  I  was feeling that we had nothing good to report. No rental house, no repairs made, no contractors hired, no
progress. It seemed like we had been working really hard, but had nothing to show for it. Yesterday the fog (literal fog) cleared and we were finally blessed with a sunny day. Only then did I realized that we do have good news to report.

Burton has contacted and gotten bids from multiple contractors for the framing, roofing, electrical, and stucco work that needs to be done. We also met with an engineer who is going to begin working on our engineering issues.

Yikes! I don’t think we have told anyone yet about our “engineering issues.” Because our roof is very big and very heavy (concrete tiles), and because of a framing decision made by our original builder (that probably never would have caused any problems at all if not for the fire), and because of the fire causing all of the weight of the roof to concentrate onto what support beams are remaining up there, our house has shifted. The upstairs hall-wall is now supporting the entire roof, causing it to sag a bit (about 3/4 of an inch). So, new support beams will be added in the first floor ceiling and a new support post along the wall. The upstairs hall window will also be reinforced as the beam resting on it is causing some buckling. I doubt this will reverse the “big shift.” So, I guess the windows in Alex’s room will always be difficult to get up and down, and certain doors will stick from here on out. Isn’t it amazing was a little fire in
the attic will do? The great thing is that only a little more drywall will have to be removed. Most of the engineering repair areas are already exposed because of the fire/water damage. Yet more good news. 

Mom and I have the playroom almost completely packed up and shipped off.  We plan on turning it into somewhat of a temporary living room. The guest room is back in working order and Troy’s room has been plastered and painted. Now it just needs to have wood floors installed and all the trim and baseboard replaced. Yeah!
 
Speaking of the boys -- Alex and Troy loved their surf trip to Costa Rica. Alex got back just in time for school last week and Troy got home Tuesday night. They had a blast and can’t wait to go back again. They don’t know it yet, but we ALL plan on going with them, although we may not be staying at a surf hostel with them. . .

We did have good news to report. I just needed the fog to clear so I could see it.

One Month and Counting

January 1^st marked the beginning of the new year and was our one-month milestone. None of us can believe that it has been an entire month since the night of the fire. We also can’t believe we have been living in a hotel for a month. Even with all the searching that our agent and I have done (and millions of phone calls), we only have one decent prospect for a rental house.

In a moment of desperation, I even threw out the idea of living in a travel trailer in our backyard. Burton, of course, loves the idea. The boys, of course, are not big fans of the idea. Being gracious, easy and always supportive, Nana and Papa are okay with whatever we decide.

The friends in my congregation have all been keeping their eyes open for potential rentals while they are out in service (got a call on one today - yeah). So, the search continues. And, although we will miss the new friends we have made at the hotel, we really do need to be in a house.

We had a bit of a scare on Friday. Marley ran into the street (to greet a neighbor) and was run over by a car. He was not hit by the tires, but was rolled under the car a couple times. He has lacerations on his head, paws, and feet. We had the vet check him out and nothing is broken, there were no signs of internal bleed, concussion or bruised lungs. She glued shut the largest cut and gave him some pain pills for the next couple days. Poor puppy!!!!

  

We are so very fortunate we still have our precious Marley.

Our blessings just keep stacking up, don’t they . . .