Went to Hermiston yesterday to help my parents move into their new home. Wish they were closer as it was about a four hundred mile trip. Across the dessert. I have to admit that it was much better than going up to the Tacoma area. They were happy to show off their new digs. Unfortunately, when the former owner vacated the premises on Saturday, he left one of the fawcets that attach to the washing machine turned on a wee bit. We are talking 30 to 40 gallons of water in the hall and back bedroom. The real estate lady bought a shop vac. Yeah, right. Then she sent a young carpet guy to clean up. All they had was a cleaner wet carpet. My dh got pretty fired up and insisted on a water specialist. The water was clear to the sub floor. So the real estate lady brought in a contracter and we ripped up the carpeting and pad and then crawled under the house. The carpet guy brought in big fans. Then the delivery guy brought the bed that was supposed to go in the bedroom that was covered in water. All the while we kept unloading the U-haul and truck. Because the U-haul had to be taken back to the U-haul store. Which was God knows where. And my 90 year old dad was seriously getting tired and my 70 year old mom wasn't far behind.
But I tell you... small town chacter really showed itself. The carpet kid kept calling dad to find out how they could help. The real estate lady was paying for everything. The contracter gave us his card and told us to call him for anything and that my parents would be taken care of. The young delivery kid knew the young carpet kid and they all knew the real estate lady and the contracter. The delivery kid and the carpet kid promised to come help them get the rest of the furniture on the porch into the house once the carpets had been fixed. So nice and helpful.
So we came back to the city and while I was worried I also felt that they would be taken care of. Of course, I will no doubt have to go back over the weekend. Oh and we got a flat on the way home and my dh had to fix it lying on the side of the Interstate while semis sped passed at 65 miles an hour. Fun stuff.
I missed a whole day of writing and didn't get a single important piece of mail. But sometimes that happens. Maybe today.