Here it is guys...the story you've all been waiting for! You can stop biting your nails and pacing impatiently, 'cuz you're about to hear the story!
It's real, real exciting...prepare yourself!
Last Friday was my FIL's birthday and we headed to a local ball diamond to play a little
cut-throat, no holds barred family friendly softball. I proceeded to make a fool out of myself by catching a pop fly.
Which, in itself, is quite impressive for me...it was my reaction afterward that left me looking foolish...after I realized I caught the stupid ball, I got so excited I started squealing and jumping up and down.
Then I remembered that 30 people were watching me and I turned 96 shades of read, sheepishly dropped my head, and headed into the dugout. BUT, C'MON!! It was the 3rd out!
Anyway...after the game was over (we won), the cake consumed and the good-byes said, we traveled the 7 minutes it takes to get back to our house (this is relevant) and when we pulled in the driveway, we saw this:
Only it was darker out, too dark to take photos. I began to have just a teeny, tiny little hissy fit ("OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG..." you get the point...) and my hubby said, "calm down" like only a man can when a giant oak tree is resting on their home.
A bazillion thoughts went through my mind: "OMG", "Now we can't go on our trip", "How bad is it", "Great, now we get to struggle with insurance claims" and a ton of other ones that I can't remember 'cuz my mind was going a million miles a minute.
Here's the thing...remember the story above? The story about us playing softball and me catching a pop fly and us driving 7 minutes home?
That's how far away we were. And we were playing softball. Outside. Which means that it was NOT storming out.
No, in fact, it was not. Not a drop of rain fell nor a lightning bolt flashed. It was calm.
But yet, we had a giant oak tree ON OUR HOME.
About a week ago (while we were at Valleyfair) we had some pretty big storms come through. Think we lost any trees during that? Nope. Not a one. In fact, I don't think we lost so much as a rotten acorn.
But, as is typical with the trees on our property...in the still of the night or the calm of an evening, giant oaks will fall.
Then...THEN that night? Two more big branches fell from a different tree! I don't understand.
The damage doesn't seem horribly bad...but I'm afraid of what lies beneath:
Mr. Wonderful hoisted himself into the attic and found the first rafter to be cracked in a bunch of places. I'm thinking that can't be good. And...there's a possibility that that entire section of roof has shifted...some "misaligned' spots on the far side that have never been there before led us to think this.
And...all the "what if's" and unforeseen extras. Like, well, if we need to paint the new part of the house, we may as well redo the driveway. And...since we're tearing down the roof over there, maybe we should just add in a bedroom in the basement.
What??? C'mon. You'd think things like that too.
Oh...you wouldn't...well...nevermind then.
I'll keep you posted on what the insurance dude has to say tomorrow.
Oh, which reminds me...
PS...why must these things happen on a Friday night?! Or...better question...why don't insurance companies have someone available to reassure me that everything will be okay?! WHY???
Actually...I lie. I'm quite certain that this is far from the end. In which case, I'll just say:
Good-bye for now.