Captain Leafheart
Aroused member (still)
Hello again B'sOTL! After 13 months (today) of unpleasant, nomadic existence (and a little lurking) I'm checking back in. I'll try to make my tale of woe as concise as I can.
In August of 2015 my employer changed my shift to an "'overnight" one, which I'm just no longer physically able to do on an ongoing basis. I was pretty durn miserable.
Two months later, while one day into a little vacation with the wife in San Francisco, we get a call after dinner from our next door neighbor in NJ that our house is on fire! Scramble to get back home the next day to find just about only the shell remaining and, of course irreplaceable photos and art and musical instruments gone. Thankfully, no one was home at the time (11:30 pm local) and no one was hurt!
The basement (where I kept the humidor) was relatively untouched.
We bounced around from hotels to furnished apartments and our next door neighbor's home (graciously offered to us when they would be away for most of the summer!) and back to hotels until there were enough creature comforts in the re-build to get back in two weeks ago and rough it a little (without a certificate of occupancy...shhhhh).
The fire was somewhat actually a blessing in disguise because we were able to add a master suite and central air/heat, making a sale down the line more attractive to potential buyers.
And, I got taken off the overnights in February (no more guaranteed 5 days per week, but at least I don't feel like I'm dying every day)!
This has been an amazing adventure for the wife and I. The kids don't live at home but have been absolutely helpful and cooperative with everything that's been going on and whenever their help is needed.
I'm always thankful for my astounding, loving wife and kids, but this Thanksgiving (which the wife insists on hosting, even though we don't have adequate furnishings, dinnerware, chairs, etc.) will be pretty emotional for us all.
So...hello again.
In August of 2015 my employer changed my shift to an "'overnight" one, which I'm just no longer physically able to do on an ongoing basis. I was pretty durn miserable.
Two months later, while one day into a little vacation with the wife in San Francisco, we get a call after dinner from our next door neighbor in NJ that our house is on fire! Scramble to get back home the next day to find just about only the shell remaining and, of course irreplaceable photos and art and musical instruments gone. Thankfully, no one was home at the time (11:30 pm local) and no one was hurt!
The basement (where I kept the humidor) was relatively untouched.
We bounced around from hotels to furnished apartments and our next door neighbor's home (graciously offered to us when they would be away for most of the summer!) and back to hotels until there were enough creature comforts in the re-build to get back in two weeks ago and rough it a little (without a certificate of occupancy...shhhhh).
The fire was somewhat actually a blessing in disguise because we were able to add a master suite and central air/heat, making a sale down the line more attractive to potential buyers.
And, I got taken off the overnights in February (no more guaranteed 5 days per week, but at least I don't feel like I'm dying every day)!
This has been an amazing adventure for the wife and I. The kids don't live at home but have been absolutely helpful and cooperative with everything that's been going on and whenever their help is needed.
I'm always thankful for my astounding, loving wife and kids, but this Thanksgiving (which the wife insists on hosting, even though we don't have adequate furnishings, dinnerware, chairs, etc.) will be pretty emotional for us all.
So...hello again.
