Remember
how I mentioned the lightning strike that decided to play a little prank
on us just six weeks after we moved in to our new house? In one
instant, lightning struck the house, caused a fire and a water leak, and
zapped most everything that runs on electricity. {No people or pets were hurt in the fire, thankfully. It's just stuff. Still, it's our stuff...}
Six
weeks later, we're still trying to get the house put back together. You
know, with everything working. No holes in the walls. No charred parts.
Nevermind
the new-house decorating! It's not even on my radar right now. For us,
now, progress means simply having things working and looking they way
they did on the day we moved in.
So, imagine my delight when my husband came across this little gem last weekend. It's a bottle of Coup de Foudre.
Know what coup de foudre means? I didn't either.
It means "when lightning strikes." Oh yeah, we had to drink this.
Yep. Says it right there on the label. |
So, we invited our usual accomplices over to help us enjoy a bottle or six.
<clink clink> Here's to hoping lightning never strikes again! |
For
those who are interested in an update, we really are on the road to
recovery. The casualty list was ridiculously long. But most of the damaged pipes, cables, fixtures, and
appliances have been repaired or replaced by now. We were fortunate to
have had access to all the professionals who originally built this house
just a few short months ago, so we immediately knew whom to call, and
they already knew all the intimate details of what's hidden in the
walls.
We have just a few things left to repair...
Our range, whose
electronic parts now twitch like a nervous cat. Not to mention the
persistent click it makes to remind us it's still there and still not
working. I'm down to two working burners, from six. That's not horrific,
but it is insufficient for most meals. And there are NO working ovens.
This is hardest on the girls, who enjoy and miss their baked goodies!
It's difficult to capture the twitch and impossible to capture the click in a still photo. But trust me, this range is fully personified. Very creepy. |
The vent cover, through
which the flames emerged in their hunger for more oxygen and fuel.
Instead, they were met by my husband and a bucket of water, thus
extinguishing the flames before they could do much further damage. (My
daughter and I walked in the door just in time to see flames and my
husband approaching them with his bucket. That's when I realized
that the smoke detector alarms were not a malfunction - this was a real
situation.)
Thankfully, my husband was home at the time of the lightning strike and was prepared to strike back. |
The basement walls and ceilings that
now indelicately reveal the the intimate details of our home. At least
the firemen and, subsequently, the plumbers and electricians, made the
best of the holes and cut out neat rectangles. They could have just hacked away indiscriminately, so we thank them for their tidiness.
There are yet a few other problems, which all seem minor compared with the past and outstanding damage.
And as we raise our coup de foudre to
toast our good health, at least we have a funny story to tell about the
summer we moved into a new house... Cheers! <clink clink>
2 comments:
I am enjoying reading your blog. So sorry to hear about so much damage to your beautiful new home? Do you remember Lisa McGough she has a decorating blog. I told her how you posted your blog to Facebook and she wants to know how. Are you just using the blog URL? Would you mind sharing how you do it so I can pass it on.
Thanks so much, Katrina
Thanks, Katrina! Yes, I remember Lisa. And it was so nice to hear from her on Facebook yesterday. I sent her a message back, so hopefully she's on the right track now! Take care ~Kim
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