The chainsaws and grinders started going off at 7 am yesterday. It seems we weren't the only ones with tree damage. There were tree crews all over the place. Our neighbor told us that the fire department had been there the day of the storm to remove trees that were blocking the main roads.
$3000 later we had poor Mini uncovered. The Mister told me not to go out and look. It gave him the willies to see her smashed. I haven't yet. I'm not ready.
The tree crew worked until late in the afternoon. While The Mister was out supervising I worked on moving stuff back into the dining room.
We had put down the last of the molding last week and I was very anxious to get Pup cleared and get this house put back together this weekend but that's not happening although I did get some stuff moved around.
When I did as much as I could do to stay busy upstairs, Pup and I went downstairs and organized the craft room I haven't been in since the big mite adventure. I had to stay busy to keep from jumping out of my skin from all the noise. Pup wasn't too thrilled with all the racket either.
It was good to see Rainbow Kitty again although I was hesitant to work on him. The last thing we did together was give him a bath after I caught one of the inside/outside kitties taking a nap on him long before we had even heard of mites. He's been bagged for 11 weeks so he's most likely safe but I just can't get comfortable with projects like this yet. I'm sticking with little stuff-the kind of stuff I don't have to touch too much and stuff that doesn't have to touch me.