Friday, September 2, 2016

How Can You Tell If The Day is Bad......Or Just a Normal Day?

all the stuff we saved
Last week I told a friend that I had a bad day.  His response was, as compared to what......a good day in a flooded out home?

And that is true.  I can honestly say the days have been pretty bad.  But there are some days that are much badder than others.  And today was one of those days.

dog yard
I can tell that I am right on the edge of that Sanity/Insanity Line.  The one that keeps us on the normal side of  "OK, so you are not really all that normal, but you can still pass for normal".  I think I may have crossed the line.  It seems I take a step forward, but get knocked back three.

Traffic is so bad with all the extra people here, and all the construction on nearby roads, it takes an hour to do a 15 minute trip to the hairdresser.   I made it to Carrie's only to find that I have a single pair of capri pants when I thought I would have a basket full of clothing options.  I now have FOUR outfits.

dogs on camper sofa
On the way home the traffic was so bad.  I have only driven the truck 4 times and it is quite a bit larger than my CRV was.  I am not confident enough yet to zoom out in traffic like I would be in my familiar little SUV.

I stopped at the insurance company to give them the titles to our cars.  The adjuster told me they would have a check for me.  But that wasn't exactly true. 

door is splitting open
There is to be a city council meeting tonight.   They will decide that if a house got more than 18 inches of water, it will need to be razed, then rebuilt at 1 foot over the flood level.   How can they do that to us? 

By the time I got home at 6:30, my anxiety was super high.  I pulled into the driveway and just sat there, relived at least I was home.  Frank found me sobbing on the front porch.   He said DiNozzo had been watching the door non-stop since I left.  And now he was beside himself that I was out there.

DiNozzo knew.  He knew I had crossed that line.  And he knew he needed to be with me to lead me back.



  1. Good ole DiNozzo. I wish I had words of advice, Glen, but I am not that good. I will suggest that you consider seeing a doctor for something to help you through this. It's just so much stress and worry. I'm utterly sad just reading your posts and keeping up with others in your area. I can't imagine how you manage at all.

  2. Sooner or later it has to get better, doesn't it? Well.... I'm so sorry you are going through such hell.

  3. I am glad that Dinozzo and Frank are looking out for you. It will get better ... but I know how frustrating it can be when you have so little control of the events I your life.

  4. Oh, Glen - the same kind of proposal was made here when the MS River flooded so badly a few years ago. There were some areas where housing was not rebuilt and those folks relocated elsewhere in the area. Others went ahead and started over. You are right that the day was a very stressful and not great day - but I'm so glad Frank and DiNozzo were there for you. Hugs hardly seem adequate but I'm sending them anyway.

  5. Oh Glen, my heart aches for you. Wish I was closer so I could give you several hugs. I am glad that DiNozzo was there for you.

    Lynne from the SSOBB

  6. You haven't crossed that line, it seems that the sanity line is moving around you. City council making decisions on an epic flood. Check is in the mail NOT. Breathe deeply and put one foot in front of the other. When it gets too tough, cry. Dinozzo will lick you face.


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