SNAFU

Prepared ourselves for demolition today, but the city had not approved our permit before the 9 am scheduled start.  So we wait.

Waiting for something to happen has been the norm lately.  "How are things going?" a concerned friend will ask.  "We're just waiting for ____________" is our reply.  We are told that demolition will be tomorrow (Friday) at 8 am.  I am not holding my breath.

We went to the house today to pick up Brown Thunder.  Brown Thunder is my car, a 2000 Saturn with 121,000 miles on it.  It is burgundy in color, but I call it brown for obvious reasons.  I told my students that I prayed for two things in the days immediately following the explosion.  The first was a prayer of thanksgiving for our health and safety.  The second was that Brown Thunder was squashed by a beam or something in the garage.  God answers prayers as we need them and I guess He thought the first one was so important and needed that He could answer me "no" for the other one.  When we got to look at the house up close for the first time I walked slowly to the garage door not knowing what was on the other side.  I felt like a contestant on "Let's Make a Deal" who was being shown what was behind Door Number 2.  I looked behind the destroyed door and saw Brown Thunder in all its glory, like the Phoenix rising from the ashes.  Our restoration contractor has a sense of humor and said he would make the car the last thing he has removed from the house just in case the house collapses on its own.  He also told us that the car was backed out of the garage with the keys left in it and a sign with "FREE" written on it.  We laughed, but when I went to the car today the keys were in it and the doors unlocked.  Nobody wants Brown Thunder.