Good morning people from the great State of Maine:
“This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
This is June 11, if my memory is correct. I am sitting on the porch overlooking Cobbosseecountee Lake in an overcast morning with a cup of microwave heated coffee in a hopefully microwave safe cup.
The microwave is our only source of food cooking for now as we await some resolution of a major mold problem in the kitchen as result of multiple leaks in the roof over the past two or three years, which we did not obviously completely fix.
When we arrived the stove and sink were (and still are) sitting in middle of the floor … DISCONNECTED…the wall was (and still is) open to the frame and a mess is everywhere…
The electrician we had working in camp was preparing to install a line for the possible electric stove, when he discovered the walls and floor were damp. He ended up becoming a laborer and pulled out the sheetrock and insulation (which is in multiple bags on porch) and waited for us to come. He was a blessing because I called the insurance company we had just cancelled and they sent an Adjuster who agrees it is still their responsibility up to a point and will cover some of the restoration.
We are somewhat in a “What do we do now and how do we do it” mode as we speak. We wandered around like two zombies yesterday but feel a bit less hopeless (or at least I do) as we greet the day on somewhat fretful sleep. Sure is not a calamity it could be and we are not terminal and can still walk, and talk, and laugh so all is going to be fine eventually, we know…I hope.
In meantime I am not so sure how we will be. I went down to 202 to find something to bring back for dinner at 8:30 last night and the pizza place was closed, the place that serves lobster sandwiches was out of lobster meat for sandwiches, so I bought a not so good pizza and a bottle of wine. (No we didn’t drink all the wine).
I heard most of the last four innings of Phillies win in car while waiting for Pizza and then after I got back to camp and we ate….
Dad was about wiped out after unloading the car mostly while I wandered around trying to get things so we could settle our bedroom. He ran the vacuum cleaner over bedroom floor, walls and windows to collect creatures and dust and stuff from winter and we cleared our way to put in screen on sliding door on porch. We had gotten in camp around 2:30 p.m. and insurance Adjuster was already here and we spent over an hour trying to assess how bad … or less bad... it was. That alone tired us even more because the amount of work here is such we will be lucky to get things finished before we leave the end of month.
The damage involves having mold people come and finish taking out any remnants of mold and cleaning frame, pulling up flooring, cleaning floor boards and restoring floor???? Installing insulation and sheet rock on wall along side wall facing road in kitchen, reinstalling sink (we have decided to repair it since they don’t make them any more and to have one made would cost umpteen more bucks than we have after we do everything that has to be done here just to exist) …
By now Adam must be smiling and thinking, ”I warned you Joan. Knock down and rebuild looks good to me.” But he also can know now how I just can’t accept that option … at least not yet…. Well now, after we finished assessing the kitchen, we went into bedroom adjoining the kitchen and the water had seeped into the ceiling sooooooo we have to have the ceiling to replace and maybe the wall……..??????????????????
AND when we went outside the Adjuster said we need to have the roof which Adam and crew put on in 2003 replaced and that definitely is not part of any insurance coverage debate… It’s part of maintenance and he said the rolled roofs in Maine last at best 8 to 10 years… sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Where to begin?
The Electrician came in last night to bring us up to date on the fancy lighting and real electrical service on the porch to replace the myriad of extension cords which ran everything on porch including the refrigerator….. We now have five ceiling lights which operate on switches so the short people don’t have to climb on chairs to turn them on… Still need to use extension cords for table lamps but we will address that after we recover from the kitchen fiasco...
He suggested we move the electric stove (which we may or may not now get) to the porch, we could cook until the kitchen is ready for it…Dad and I are going to the appliance places this morning after we go to dump with multiple bags of wet sheet rock and insulation and see what we can find for $25. Not really but that’s about where our budget will be soon…..
Anyhow, take heart. We got here safely when some people were dealing with horrific wind and rain and hail along the roads and even here in camp on the other side, camps were crushed by trees. We didn’t get any bedbugs that we know of after we sprayed per Mr. Algeo everything in the room and more… at the motel.
We will weather this little interruption in a restful visit to the “Lake House” as Jared calls it or Connemara North as it is dubbed.
While we gather our strength to attack the multiple jobs, think of these two senior citizens relaxing on the porch --- one in a rocker and the other hopefully soon in a recliner (a belated birthday present that is not here and will undoubtedly now be a cause of contention because of these new costs) --- as the loons glide by the chipmunks knock on the screen for peanuts…. It will happen, God willing, one of these years….
Keep us in your prayers. We will need them to survive each other as we debate what we should do and how…
Love and God bless from the great state of Maine… and a wonderful gift from God… a place on the lake to fish and relax…..
Mom and Dad… (Aunt Joan and Uncle Lowell)
P.S. The dock is not here… and we do not know what’s up there. This is not a good year to do it as it turns out, but we decided the other dock was too rotted out to keep repairing and ordered this last Fall…. God does have a sense of humor…
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From KT Innes,
1:57 PM
FELLOW MAINE LOVERS AND LOON WATCHERS;
Despite all of that....still a piece of heaven on earth..can't wait to get there mold and all...now Ryan really has an excuse to stay home. Take care of each other and don't wear yourself out...
The good thing about Maine is that the work can wait...always more to do...
Counting the days till we can play SEPTIC CROQUET...
P.S. There is always peanut butter; ask Dad, it's his go-to meal...
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Update: 8:45pm
Yes, Dad already has elected to put peanut butter on the menu. We went to Friendly's
[and you did'nt bring me? I love me some Fribble! - hula] today when we were out to buy a stove, and had fried clams. He says we need to eat once in awhile.. spent $250 on food but don't know where to put it... I have one cupboard in the living room; another in kitchen will have to be moved. Looks like we will be able to cook late Monday or early Tuesday. The stove comes late afternoon and Electrician will come over after job he is on and install wiring... we always can cook on grill too.
John W. comes in at 7 in Portland train station so we will go get him. He says he knows how to do sheet rock and stuff... we may hire him.
Place looks like we were moving... and not in....
Anyhow it is raining, and the chipmunks came out to eat peanuts Dad got at the store.
Camp will be here, God willing... so come if you don't mind roughing it, if the Maine schedule of getting to a job is typical. We don't have a dock. Yet. Builder told me today he has been so busy he hasn't started yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was ordered last August... and I called him three times since January. Oh well, John and Mat will have to walk the boat into the water... real camp life...
We bought a Tappan electric stove, simple, no frills. We looked at a neat stove at Sears but they would not deliver before Wednesday and maybe later. This one is coming in Monday afternoon... smaller than the gas model but ample for the camp. Dad watched Phillies and is looking for supper.... better go...
Love and God bless,
Mom
Photographs are compliments of Aunt/Grandma Joan and John W. IV