I can't seem to find the words to write about the flood morning again. I feel very hurt and just want my house back. John & I have moved to the spare and K still has her room. No furniture in the rest of the house it's outback in the other garage. The washer has been unhooked for days now. Why don't I just go back to pioneer days. Where can I get a washtub and clothsline? Why did the drywall crew make a mess? Why can't the painter start? Why isn't my floor ordered? Does everyone think I want to live like this? Do these workers who can't or will not hurry think I want to stay this way. I want to scream at them get to work lazy ass, do your job, clean up after yourself and oh by the way you'll get paid when I get paid. Is this all to much for you? Well now that is out I fell so much better, I think my keyboard has dents from all the pounding.
