Today the plan was rise early, catch the train North along the coast to a site where V misspent part of his youth, stay the night and return on the morrow.
Instead, water views were on offer in unusual places here and many administrative duties undertaken to alleviate that situation.
Amtrak refunded the tickets.
The flood was 12 hours too late to cancel our accommodation.
A pipe inside a wall behind the fridge had developed a leak and the leak had developed into a stream when my mother-in-law noticed when searching for a 3am peanut butter snack.
The damage wasn't the worst that it could be. Phone calls have been made and received, one guy put blue tape on bits of wall and a noisy machine with pipes dehumidifying the wall, another guy checked a temporary fix and took photos for a report for insurance and we will have another few guys around at 9 tomorrow to talk how many 0s might be involved.
It's going to be a few uncomfortable days and possibly a bit of wall repair.
But it was Providence at work, because I sure as heck wouldn't have wanted to have gone away and returned to the damage that could have been done.
And we therefore also got to get a bit of shopping done closer to home so not all wasted
1 comments:
Thank goodness for 3am snacks!
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