That queasy feeling

Work has stopped on the house. It's half demolished, stuff is still in it. The contractor and the insurance guy are making me nervous. Have a meeting today. Wish me luck.
here are a few pictures. I'm trying flickr

Back to Real Life

Got a phone that actually works after several tries. What a joy. Just my opinion but Circuit City's Verge isn't worth the bargain basement price. I (am not technically challenged by any means) couldn't figure out how to hang up after completing a call. The sound quality was painful to listen to and no one recognized my voice.

Got a Panasonic. Love it.

Grace and gratitude.

It's been a month today.

A surreal, odd month. From homeless - only for a few hours while Man, woman, boy, dog and two cats were all piled into the station wagon with a bag of groceries and a cell phone - to here, the home place of one of our neighbors three blocks from Elwood.

The journey has been a test of (and testament to) my last four years of coach training. Knowing that how I think about this, the words I use, the actions I choose are important, have kept me focused and grateful.

I know what grace is, first hand. It humbles me.

Phase II...Gypsy no more.

We're moving into our home for the next few months this morning. No more commuting. Can you hear that sound? It's RAM space being freed!

My great neighbors.

As I leaned against my car watching the house burn, people started to gather.

The morning of the fire it was cold in the house. School was out because of the weather. I had dressed in layers and put a big terry robe over everything. I had on socks, but no shoes.

Virginia took in my son, keeping him warm and safe. Someone, I still don't know who, brought me a pair of shoes. Eva brought me a coat, a box of tissues and some chapstick.

A TV reporter offered her cell phone and to call the Red Cross. Susan took me directly to the insurance office and then to the bank.

I felt blessed, and grateful.