And on the seventh day
On the seventh day, the army came. Perhaps not the whole army, but a lot of people, with purpuse. And efficient tools and trucks, and at least one army vehicle. I didn’t actually see it go by, but things rattled, and others said they saw a tank. Maybe an APC. More than a Jeep, in any case.
It has been seven days, and counting. The geneator is holding tough. Much tougher than I had hoped, after that mid-wmter adventure. We haven’t even tried our Plan C, but if the army has arrived, I may get through without losing the lights. All good!
When we reflect on this week, what will stand out is just how normal our lives have been. The roof was fixed on the day we called. The core systems of the house (heat, lights, hot water) never ducked. We were even able to help some neighbours over the hump. And if a big winter storm hits, in several months, there are snowshoes to allow other memorable moments. Even the dogs (we have a loaner on site) shared the space with a minimum of drama.
I tested the new sump pump, and it moved water up and out. Not much, because the hole was almost dry, but the proof of purpose was there. As a homeowner, far from the stress of the city, such things count.
The wasps are still around the BBQ, but we have an awesome aerosol, so they won’t he with us until spring. Next year, I’ll adopt a different deterrent. Planning to check the YT archives, eventually.
