I am very angry with whoever started the rumor that my life was boring or dull and that I needed constant excitement.
Our roof has been leaking. Lyle thought he could fix it by going up on the roof and applying tar. It helped, but didn't hold. A few storms back, the ceiling in the bedroom became the fountains at Versailles and we placed large Tupperware containers all over the floor to collect the deluge.
The water was tricky and moved about eventually finding even a closet location to drop water in, and I mean inside the actual closet, not just a secret place. Although to be fair, weeks later, I did discover a secret place that was leaking (ironically also inside the closet) and because we weren't aware of it, we found some slight mold.
The landlord was notified and within days we had the insurance adjuster in to see what kind of damage there was. That was Monday. On Wednesday the "water damage" specialists were here. Today is Friday. We have officially moved to the guest room.
They are sealing off the master bedroom, master bathroom, master closet and the hallway that leads to all things masterful. Tomorrow they will tear open all the walls of the master bedroom, master bathroom, master closet and hallway leading to all things masterful to begin the drying process. That will take approximately 5 days.
After the inside of the walls are dry, they will sand the floor for water damage and take out all the bathroom tile (which cracked due to water damage). Then those items will be repaired, then the walls will be put back in place.
The actual roof that leaks will be replaced this weekend from the outside. Why fix all that inside if the roof still leaked, right?
So the upshot is, the closet is emptied. All our folded clothes are stuffed into the bookshelves in the guestroom. All Lyle's hanging clothes are hanging in the laundry area and all of my hanging clothes are on a rolling rack in the dining room.
Furniture has been shifted from room to room, every secret crack and crevice in the rest of the house is now hiding stashes of artwork, bedding and anything else that once lived in the master bedroom or guest room. In short, DON'T OPEN THAT CLOSET!
And this is how we will be living for.... A MONTH.
All I keep repeating to the workers is this: "Memorize this closet. Put this closet back the way you found it."