The remains of our den and garage, as seen from anywhere
Believe it or not, this is a kitchen
We're at the point where we're all about the process now. It doesn't hurt at all, and hasn't for days. It's much more of a worksite now than a home lost. The kitchen cabinets are out, the stove, dishwasher, refrigerator and even the kitchen sink are all out and on the lawn. The final section left was the workbench in the corner of the garage. I designed and built it myself a month after we moved in. I made and fixed so many things on it and with it over the last two and half years -more projects than I can count. I took it apart today and tossed the remains on the lawn -and felt nothing. I'll build another one after we're up and running again. Demolition had become just a job now, and that's a good thing.
Now we're just waiting on insurance adjusters and contractor's estimates. The former to give us our budget for the rebuild, and the latter to tell us how much we can get on that budget. The goal: a second bathroom. Not very big dreams for a would-be deity (See? I do know how to spell it!)
Of course, IF I WERE GOD...
There would be a another flood, a minor one -half inch or so, to wash away the dirt on the floors.
Followed by a minor tornado, a half yard high or so, to dry the newly washed floors.
Followed by a squad of Tolkien's dwarfs (renown for their construction skills) to rebuild my house.
Followed by a platoon of Elrond's elves (renown for their decorative flair) to paint and decorate.
Followed by a troop of sexy wood nymphs (renown for -mind your own business, Me-dammit!) because I swear to Me, I deserve it.