Days Spinning Like the Tornado
It's 8 months later and we're finally back home. It's still a whirlwind of activity. We're living with boxes, but each one that I unpack brings back memories all their own. Some things to keep and others to give away to someone who might need them. All in all, it seems as if the last 8 months have been suspended in time while flying by in a blink — kind of like the tornado did. There's a lot to get used to. Everything inside has been fixed for the most part and the outside is getting there too, but it's like moving into a different home. We're still looking for things that are packed away somewhere in some box. I know we'll find them eventually. There isn't a day that goes by where I'm not coordinating with the contractors, tree people, stone people, electricians and all the rest. The moment I get into the car to get to work is when there are requests to schedule and full days are devoted to booking as many people as I can to come and do work o...