Apparently that happens?
Here are my thoughts on that, in the order in which they occurred when I was informed of the cause of The Great Flood:
1. Oh. Okay.
2. Wait, what? They do that?
3. Wait, what do you mean that happens all the time? We live in the 21st century! WHY HASN"T THIS BEEN FIXED WITH AN APP OR A COG OR SOMETHING?
I can't verify for myself the cause of the
In an arrangement that made packing for a very long trip quite interesting (made even more so by the 99-degree temperature and 80% humidity of my drying-out-via-several-thousand-giant-fans apartment), the other three-fourths of my carpeted-room belongings are in 1) my bathroom, 2) my bedroom, and 3) my music room (which has been completely stripped of carpet, thanks to the dye-tastic Turkish rug. Here are what those rooms look like at the moment:
And while I'm digging through my new Flood Flickr set, here are some that Ben took to show me the flood as it looked on Monday (this would be post-Heroic Firemen who squeegeed out a great deal of the water):
|Squishy Dining Room Carpet|
|Squishy Music Room and Office Carpet (with bonus view of the piano perched on heroic cans of corn!)|
|Jack enjoying the squishy carpet|
The work is carrying on though, despite my worries and my absence from the state. I didn't talk to any of my people today due to my transit across the country, but I plan on spending a good chunk of the morning tomorrow on the phone with various companies/agents/adjusters/etc.