Monday, September 18, 2017

one foot in front of the other


Every day has one or two or three or more goals. Sunday I got two done but they were the main goals. I had a few others, you know, if I had time and energy. I'm satisfied with achieving the main two especially since one of them took most the time. I scrubbed both sides of all the rubber floor mats that interlock and cushion the hardness of standing on concrete in shop and garage and set them out, propped on chairs or trees or whatever is available, to dry. Finally I covered as much of the exposed sub-floor in the kitchen as I could. Not a great floor covering but better than the sub-floor.


The other task was cleaning the metal frame of my desk, the two desktops, and the counter top from my cold working station in the garage and get them moved off the driveway and inside. The cabinet part of my cold working station is toast but the top is still usable. The minor items on the list were to finish cleaning the bathroom, finish vacuuming the house, and hosing down the floors on the slab one more time.

We moved back home on Saturday. The cat and dog were a little freaked out by the changes but enough remains the same so that they are getting used to the new normal. Today is yoga class but if my arms at 5 PM are as tired as they were Sunday at 5 PM I may not go, waiting til Wednesday instead.

Stopped to talk to a neighbor while walking Minnie last evening, trading damage stories mostly, how we are coping stories. Mentioned that the kitchen tiles had to come up because the sub-floor was wet. She said that 'they' are saying if the sub-floor got wet the floor has to come out. Nope. Not doing that. Not tearing out my hardwood floors, they are just a little wavy, I'll take my chances. I've got that high powered blower blowing under the house through the vents and I move it every day or two or so and Rocky is going to assess the floor joists and sub-floor when he gets under there.

I have mostly cleaned out the yard and gardens. Some things survived, some things looked like they were going to survive and then wilted like the Philippine violets and the toad lilies, some things survived in one place and died in another like the yellow bells over at the shop,


some things were washed away as if they had never existed like the ox-eye daisies and the periwinkles and the four-o-clocks and the purple coneflowers and 99% of the orange cosmos. 




My one german verbena survived for which I am glad and the black and blue salvia and the rock rose looked dead but some of both are already coming back. I'm not sure about the roses as they mostly look OK but some branches are starting to die. The flower beds at the back of the property are all mostly intact though I did lose the bulbine that I replanted after it froze last winter. The penta looks unfazed but it's losing foliage from the bottom up but that just may be normal for this time of year.




14 comments:

  1. I would say cut things back and see what happens. I bet you that a lot of your plants are healthier than they appear. Also? It will be interesting to see if anything reseeds (like the four o'clocks) and if so, where those seeds landed.
    Just reading about all the work you're having to do makes me weary, weary, weary. And I guess it's not just the animals who are having to adjust to the new normal.

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    1. yep, cut everything back and see what comes forth.

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  2. Hope more heals, I should harvest seeds for you. You had such beautiful blooms.I have heard of taking up the hardwood flooring and having it milled, it could harbor mold under it.

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    1. I know, the whole mold thing. I can't imagine taking up the wood floors and having them milled and the reinstalled would be less than just buying new. I really don't want the cheap laminate version. got to have the solid wood.

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  3. You haven't mentioned Mama Turtle. Please.

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    1. oh, sorry, I meant to reply. the water did not get as high as the sides of her stock tank and she and her posse of goldfish are fine.

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    2. I have been worried about her. Whew! 🐢
      I hope you also get to keep your hardwoods.
      I am glad to hear you are in the regenerative phase.

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  4. It must be difficult seeing the destruction of flowers and plants you're taken such good care of.

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  5. I think it's a good idea to try to save the floors. I'd do the same thing. As for the garden, I bet Ms. Moon is right -- some of those plants may resurrect themselves once they get over the shock! Minnie must be bewildered by all the new smells that come with a flooded house.

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  6. It looks much better than I'm sure it does to you. I think the wood floors will go back down, as it has happened several times with water on ours. Good time to search the garden centers for plants left over from summer. Maybe a few bargains and a chance to change up the garden or re-do some of it. Easy for me to say. Too much work for me.

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  7. I have been away and did not know you got water flooding. Having been thought that with a Texas house I know how exhausting and defeating it can feel. It take a while before you feel whole again. I am so sorry I think some of your plants will surprise you next year.

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  8. Once again, you are putting me to shame working so hard. I was excited that I changed my own sheets! Of course, I have extenuating circumstances, but I'll bet you'd have at least vacuumed my house by now if you were me. Ha!

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    1. well, I don't know about that. I still haven't managed to finish vacuuming my house. of course there are still about 8 boxes of past years business in the middle of the living room I'm waiting for Marc to move. I did get all my wind chimes cleaned off and hung.

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  9. It sounds as though you're regaining some ground there, and can even see some normalcy on the horizon. So sorry for all the work you're going through, but so glad you're okay.

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