The house is coming along well, this past weekend we got the front door painted. Inside this week the floor will get its final treatment, suppose we could start bringing some items in once that is done, need to check on that.
Been too long since I updated what is happening, over the next week I will put up information about the new house and what we are up to. A quick synopsis, we are setup in a nice apartment, chosen a house plan, arranged financing, permits are issued and work has started. In the meantime, I notice that I have some drafts that I neglected to post earlier, will put those up to give a view of what was happening back in April.
It has taken me a week to calm down enough to write about this, getting an apartment turned out to be far more difficult and stressful than I would have imagined. Typically the temporary housing people would take care of everything, we only need to sign the papers and wait for the furniture to be moved in. The management at Cambridge Court (CC) had other ideas. Talking with temp housing I got the impression that the mgmt had no intention of making things either quick or easy, this was my first warning.
The main constraint was that we had to be out of the hotel by noon. I loaded up a fair amount into the rental van (remember the accident, our van was in the shop till the afternoon) and headed over to CC. They informed me that I could not get a key or sign the lease until everyone was there, myself, my wife and son since he is over 18. No way, no go, we don’t give a damn about your situation there are no changes to how things are done. I ask, beg, cajole and get not a little irritated over this huge inconvenience. So, I have been denied entry and cannot empty the van in order to go back and bring the next load, the only option is to load up everything in the van so that I can get out of the hotel by the deadline, back to the hotel. Well, I managed to get everything in the van, been a long time since I could move everything in one car load. So I took my full van over to a dear friends house and stewed there for a few hours since the others would not be available until after 4.
When got back to CC at about 3:30 I was feeling a bit put off, irritated, stressed, ANGRY. That came across in my initial dealings with them, especially irritating that when the person came out of the office she did not have the lease documents. So, as I said I was angry and that feeling was coming across, this woman kept telling me I had to go outside and calm down before she would do anything, the hell with that, I just wanted to get this done. Calmed my self down and after asking her to bring out the lease about 10 times she finally gets down to business. I just wanted to get this done so that when the others arrived they just needed to sign and we could get settled in.
Also, one other thing is that the rental furniture was going to show up at around 4:30, it sure would be nice to have the keys so that we could open the door for them.
I get through the initial document and start on the next one when Kathleen arrives, she is pretty pissed off also and that feeling also comes across fairly strongly. Well, when the woman from CC tries to tell Kathleen what to do her response was somewhat unladylike at which point the CC manager says get out, the deal is off. Just as well, would not want to have to deal with these people for the next few months.
Hmm, well we are essentially homeless at this point but that did not last long. A friend had an extra room available where we could crash for a few days until the next place is arranged. (The previous day when things were looking they were stalling I ran off to a different apt complex, a much nicer (and friendlier) one, the place we should have gone to in the beginning.)
In the end we had a place to lay our heads, a nice little house where we could rest and recuperate from the days events.
The insurance inspectors show up and give their verdict.
I am long overdue for getting out an update, so here goes.
Thursday, the day of reckoning. This is the day when the insurance adjusters came out to assess the house and contents and make a final determination of what will be done. I did not know what they would say but it had been conjectured by three others who had come out to help with things that the house would be replaced. The structural inspector went through the entire structure and talked with the contractor and his final determination was just that, tear it down and build anew. Since we were insured as a stick built house they will pay to rebuild just that, what is yet to be determined is how much money will be available for that. I need to check my policy and see if it says anything about that, first need to find the darn thing in that smelly, noxious place, should be there somewhere.
One other thing on Thursday was the fire investigator came back and had with him a heating pad that looked almost exactly like the one that started all of this. Not sure if I should cast aspersions just yet, suffice it to say that if you are using a heating pad that it is unplugged after use every time.
A couple people from Service master came out today to assess the contents of the house. In a nutshell if it is metal, ceramic or glass then generally the item is savable.
Plastic or pressboard stuff, forget about it. Important papers they can treat with ozone to neutralize the odor, or at least some of it. What will happen is they will come out and pack up everything, while doing they sort things into boxes for cleanable and not. We can then go through the boxes and decide if something cleanable is not needed and for the not cleanable items we can request an item be cleaned for a best effort clean, for instance sentimental items.
Now under the category of can it get any worse, well yes it can. We have been doing a lot of shopping (amazing how quickly one can spend a lot when most of the things you use everyday are no longer available). So that means a fair bit of driving around to different stores. Well, as we were heading back to the room in the afternoon we get sideswiped on Black Lake Blvd. This guy sitting at a red light in the lane that goes straight looks up and realizes the turn lane has a green light and even though taking that route is longer he has to get in turn lane so that he can be moving unlike those other losers who are sitting the red light. Problem is we were already in that lane and he turns right into us, puts his left rear door into our front fender. Minor damage, no effect to driving but it stills takes more than an hour for the police to respond and write up the incident. Of course, the car will need to go back to the shop now, sigh.
That pretty well killed the day for us, we had been planning on looking at an apartment, that did not happen. Kathleen was pretty shook up and decided to wait until Monday to return to the classroom she has been subbing in on long term basis.
Hopefully the universe is done with us, we are ready for it to turn its attention somewhere else.
(I am writing this well after the fact but setting the publish date to when things happened.)
Frst Team checked things out today and declared that all the clothes which were exposed are a loss. Of course, this is everything hanging up in the closets which is generally our better stuff. Guess I get to go shopping, oh yippee. They will try to clean things which have sentimental importance to us, now we just have to sort through and decide what is important enough to spend that time and money on.
We did ask them take Grant’s tuxedo and do their best effort to clean it since he will need for the SOGO concert on Sunday, that will be back on Friday.
The previous night I had grabbed some clothes out of the dressers and brought them back to the room where ran them through two washings and then dried them. They were better but there was still some odor and since they were put in the drier that odor was not going to go away. Oh well, at least we something to wear, we were just going back into the house anyway, so might as well have stuff on we did not care much about.
Oh yeah, brought the car to the tire place, they have to order a new tire, should be here by Friday.
(I am writing this well after the fact but setting the publish date to when things happened.)
So I get a call today at 1:07 from my younger boy who went home early from school because he was not feeling well. He tells me that I need to come home now because the house is on fire, my response is essentially what?? He eventually gets this point across and I head out to see what is going on. About 20 minutes later I get home and true enough the house was on fire. The fire department was there finishing up their job and I just walked around sort of stunned. I did have the presence of mind to turn off the power, kind of surprised the firemen had not done that yet seeing as how it was an electrical fire. I walk around trying to take this in, the house is ungodly mess and the smell of the smoke and soot is horrible, toxic, lots of burning plastic items and coats everything even getting inside drawers in rooms that hod closed doors.
The worst part though is poor Lucky, our German Sheppard was caught in it, the smoke and heat did him in, we buried him out back, will miss that dog.
Not having any idea of what to do I called the insurance company (Allstate) and they hit the ground running, the owner came out to assess things, they called out a contractor and brought on board two companies that clean items and linens.
The contractor, Cedar Crest Homes, is part owned by a neighbor of ours we have known for a number of years. He showed up pretty quick to see what was going on once he got the message on his phone, normally he stays in the office due a medical condition, but he was there for hours, staying even after we left to see that everything get boarded up.
The Allstate agent arranged with another company that handles temporary housing for us to stay at an extended stay place so we had somewhere to lay down that night, not that sleep came quickly or stuck around for long.
And the final thing for this day, the tire on my car developed a sizable bulge in the sidewall. I am lucky it did not blow out when on the highway. My father-in-law changed the tire with the spare for me so that I could get to the room in town.