I actually had a pretty decent end-of-week at work. Therefore, I was looking forward to a relaxing and productive weekend. Maybe I should have taken it as a sign when the first part of my plans - seeing Hidalgo - fell through. Then, as I was cleaning out the fridge to make a list for the big grocery shopping trip, my mother calls. The basement flooded. Kiss off my weekend plans.
Actually, flooded is a slight overstatement. The carpet (yes, unfortuantely there is carpet in the basement) was soaked. And my mother was worried about some of the stuff down there and, with her arthritis, can't move it herself.
Since it wasn't an emergency situation, I finished up what I was doing, went to the store (I had nothing to eat), ate a big lunch, then headed over there to see what could be done.
My mother had already cleared room in my old bedroom to move stuff into it, at least temporarily. The antique furniture came up first. Other than a tiny bit of dampness at the very bottom of the furniture, it was in good shape. Next came up my artwork that I did in college. This didn't fair quite so well. A few pieces were destroyed. Since I hate most of the work I did then, I really didn't give a rat's ass. Then the Star Wars collection came up. No damage. Thank God.
At this point, with my mother getting upset, I tried desperately to find the good in this and not have her obsess on how much it's going to cost to have the carpeting pulled up and the floor resealed. (I actually found one crack in the floor and one spot where water was coming in. We think the damage may have been caused during the landscaping she had done this past summer.)
After years of discussing it, I told her, we were finally cleaning out all this crap we've accumulated. I even ended up surrendering a lot of my stuff. Turns out my mother had just found out about an orphaneage (for lack of a better word) in town that had nothing for the kids other than food and clothing. So, I said all the Barbie stuff could go to them as well as a bunch of board games collecting dust. I'd rather it make some kids who have nothing happy then selling it for a few bucks to some attorneys.
My mother, in turn, said she's finally going to call Goodwill this week to haul the furniture that hasn't been used in years away. She's also decided to go through the rest of the house to clear out the clutter.
The box collection is finally getting weeded out too. We broke down the worst of them to pitch this week. The rest she'll dump next week (she doesn't want to pay the trash service extra for hauling what can't fit in the recepticle).
Today, her migraine hit (big surprise) and there is a slight odor eminating from the basement. I told her I'd get a wet vac and get the water up, but she's opting to leave it so when she gets estimates for the work that needs to be done they can see where the water is coming from (parts of the floor are actually dry).
I didn't get home until 1:30am last night and couldn't fall asleep until after 3:00. After various phone calls this morning, I realized I hadn't been on the computer since 11:30 Saturday morning. Luckily, there wasn't a huge amount of posting to LJ though I see there is some fascinating analysis of 'Shells" by coffeeandink and the_royal_anna that I shall need to read yet.
OK, off to eat and maybe watch Kingdom Hospital since I promised someone the tape Monday.
Woo Hoo! We have new Alias tonight. AND Hugh Jackman on Inside the Actors Studio. Maybe things are looking up. :)