Baby the Senegal says HI! He’s Thirteen today!
Ordinarily, David and I lead quiet lives. However, this past week has been busier than usual, with medical appointments, dog checkups, a party or two and housing issues. The largest concern has been the underside of our house where we discovered a couple of broken pipes, and a water leak which we have now repaired for a mere 3-4 thousand dollars. Now that’s not exciting news, but it is as pricey as an overseas trip. Apparently like people, houses wear out.
Thursday, the insurance guy visited. Now the insurance company won’t pay for the repair of the broken pipes because the insurance company considers deterioration of pipes normal wear and tear. However, when he crawled under the house, he discovered my kitchen is sitting on flooring consumed with dry rot caused by the leak and will eventually need replacing. We are awaiting the verdict now as to what and if the insurance company will cover for any of this damage. If not, that’s another $4-5,000 dollars. And this cost doesn’t include the inconvenience of moving my parrots, dogs and David and I from the house for the duration of the work.
As you might imagine, David, who content to let me handle everything went around saying he was going to die in this house which means no matter what he will never move, and I sunk into an immediate funk over the news and went to bed. Thursday night, I could not sleep and laid there and fretted, thought about the Syrian refugees and remembered to say my prayers.
Next day, I called my friend handyman John who works with Habitat for Humanity and he said he would come by after I received the insurance papers and look under the house. He asked me several questions about conditions in the kitchen and concluded that we may not need to do anything right away. But first, he says he will crawl under the house and survey the damage.
I immediately felt some relief which I expressed and he said, “Just call me Father John.”
Yesterday when we visited Kathy’s for a Halloween tea party, Brenda, who works at the animal shelter was there. Brenda said, if when have the repair work done, we can board the parrots at the shelter. I told Brenda this is great news because I didn’t know what I was going to do with them and their little respiratory systems can’t take the dust that would be kicked up by the repair work. You see, parrots and birds have air sacs all over their bodies that inflate to make them airborne and they are easily stressed by air pollution.
Thus with the help of friends and neighbors we will receive some help with this problem and I am much less stressed.
Yesterday, my daughter and SIL removed our “too big” sofa from the living room and brought a chair over that I will use for visitors until I buy a new chair. The owner of the chair doesn’t need it because he’s been deployed to Yemen. The chair is a horrible Chartreuse green, but I covered it with a dog blanket and made it look a bit better. While he was here, Bill replaced the battery in one of our smoke alarms. Neither David nor I could do the job which required getting up on a short step-ladder. I could climb the ladder, but couldn’t unscrew the battery.
Another fun thing we did this past week was visit the dentist for our six-month check-up. The good news was no cavities for either of us. David is continuing to heal and receive physical therapy. Tuesday he will see Justin his PT from his last surgery.
Next week promises to be almost as busy with more exciting things.
Joy with another cow.