I used the photographs above here (link below) before. Tonight, Thursday May 4, 2023 I find myself using the photographs again. Why?
I left the house yesterday at noon to look for plants that Rosemary loved that have disappeared or died in our present garden. It seems that this Kitsilano garden is becoming a botanical equivalent of a park bench with your love one’s name. This is a common occurrence here in Vancouver.
I returned at 3:30 to a flooded house. A hose connecting to the 3d floor guest bathroom toilet had burst. There was water everywhere even in two floors down in the kitchen.
It seems I made one good decision that helped (a bit). I shut off the water valve going to that toilet and immediately drove to London Drugs and bought a shop vac. I sucked up water for hours. My Hilary and her husband Bruce came around 9 to help me move furniture so we could remove soaked carpets.
Today the house insurance people sent an efficient team. They will be here until midnight. My cats do not know where to hide. The noise of the 8 or 9 dehumidifiers is deafening. The only quiet place is the oficina. As I write this I have the company of Niño and Niña.
Baseboards have been removed and blue tape is placed in wall and ceilings that will have to be entered through holes. I am in a state of shock.
I feel like the woman I photographed so many years ago in despair by the Vancouver General Hospital.
I could manage if I were sharing all this turmoil with my Rosemary. That photograph on the left represents the stability I had for 52 years.
I must now find a way of finding some of that within me. Perhaps Niño, as stable as a cat can be, might just teach me.
Then there are three pieces of good news.
The vet called me today to tell me that Niño’s blood work a few days ago revealed that there is nothing wrong with my 10 year old cat. I had been worried because he had lost weight and suddenly got interested in human food. The vet will recommend soft food that I can give Niño that will make him gain some weight.
There were two inches of water in the second floor piano room. My over 100 year old refurbished baby grand Chickering suffered no damage. We (my daughters and I ) have discovered that although I had house insurance somehow Rosemary forgot to get insurance for our house belongings which my insurance policy would no cover. I lucked out.
Last night I was enjoying a restful tub bath as all my muscles hurt when the phone rang. I got out of the tub with wet feet. As I walked to the bedroom I slipped and fell and hit my head soundly on the wall. While not as old as my Chickering, I survived it all with no bruises or concussion.