Flood!

Tonight we experienced our first flood. In the house not even two weeks and we found ourselves mopping and vacuuming up a washer full of water. Evidently the hose came out after during the spin cycle and filled much of the downstairs with an inch or more of water. We were amazed at all the places it went. But we have much to be thankful for. I had just borrowed my father-in-law's shop vac last week and I still had it. It is more powerful than mine and has a squeegie (sp?) on it. It worked beautifully. Plus, when Leslie's folks heard, they came straight over to help. It cut the job time in half. Finally, in the midst of it all, we thought of what folks must have gone through in Katrina, finding their entire homes gone or submerged. Yes, we have much to be thankful for.

Yesterday we had some surprise visitors. JK and Becky Pell came by for an hour or so while they were up visiting Susan. We had such a good visit. Too bad it was so brief. Plus, Becky worked the entire time she was here, folding clothes and washing dishes. The kids loved Mr. Pell, especially the Munch. He's always called Susan the same nickname (which is where we got it from).

I finally got the rest of the rental house emptied out and cleaned it last night. That's always a bigger job than I think. I was satisfied though, when it was done, to have one more thing off the checklist. Now to get this place cleaned and settled!

The kids were great today. We played a lot as we now have more toys in the house. The highlight of my day was when Aggie came over and said, "What are you reading?" I told her it was the Bible. She asked to read it with me. She would flip through the pages and scan and scan, mumbling as if she knew what all those letters meant. Finally, as if she were reading, she said, "God loves you SOOO much." She did that over and over after that. I thought, "Well, that's pretty much the gist of it." We have the next few years to fill in the rest.

Of course there was a small disappointment too. When McGrooter found his cowboy hat he needed me to tie his bandana around his face (which he calls a handana). Anyway, it wouldn't stay so he went back to the room and came out with a toy noisemaker from an old birthday party. The paper part had been torn off so it was just the straight plastic piece. I asked him what it was and he said, "A fire thing." I asked him, "What kind of fire thing." "You know, just a fire thing," was his reply. So I guess at 4 he's already interested in smoking. Do you think I could get some of that class action money from the tobacco companies? I'm sure some liberal would agree that they're to blame.

Now it's late and I must get some rest. It's a big day tomorrow with Mimi coming over early in the morning to keep the kids while I go take care of some "things." I'll fill you in on that later...