Remember Imelda?
Unless you got flooded like we did, chances are you have moved on to other things and that little hurricane is no longer on your mind. We, on the other hand, can think of little else.
It's the fourth Thursday since the storm hit, and we are living in our fifth wheel trailer in the back yard. Most of our earthly possessions - at least what we could salvage - are stacked in our garage.
The contractor completed removal and replacement of sheetrock, and began taping and floating yesterday.
Dealing with the flood insurance folks has run the gamut from delightful to frustrating to infuriating. The latest is a letter stating that they were denying the cost of sheetrock removal and replacement in our garage, because they paid for that after hurricane Harvey, and we had failed to provide proof that we had had the repairs done. Well, they never asked us for proof!
Of course we did have it done, but all the records we had saved after Harvey were destroyed by Imelda. Luckily, that work was done by a neighbor and he will be giving us a duplicate invoice this evening.
On the bright side....
Sitting outside the camper with her first cup of coffee this morning, Honey spotted a buck grazing over by the drainage ditch. We have a little superstition about that. During our travels, any morning Honey saw a deer always ended up being a great day. Here's hoping the same rule applies when camping out at home.
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