Thursday, March 31, 2011
Saying something nice
My mom always said, "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." That's kind of how it's been around here lately. Although I do have some pictures to share from our Seward's Day hike, I don't have them ready because our favorite upstairs neighbors - who we adore (NOT) - were BANGING ON OUR BEDROOM WINDOW AT 2 AM! So, I'm standing there in the mud in my wellingtons and pajamas with a headlamp. Ready to wallop whoever it is trying to climb through the window. And they're just washing their windows...and dangling an electrical cord down the side of the building. Happy day. At least we have monster cookies to eat.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Grand Theft Auto
photo from ward site. currently we have 18" of snow. Note that our building is not a standardized plan and it has T-111 siding
Somehow this morning Mr. X and I left the house ten minutes early. We arrived at the church after the CES missionaries but incredibly before any of our students.
Pausing for just a second before getting out of the car, the corner of my headlight caught something on the corner of the building. The church had been hit by a car! Maybe the snowplow? - But it didn't snow last night.
The windows were frosty so I'm thinking, "Great, they took out the heater; it's going to be a cold morning for the junior class". Mr. X and I decide to investigate and after inspecting the smashed wall, I can see tire tracks, and it's obvious that the damage was caused by someone doing donuts. I say, "Let's see what it looks like from the other side." Mr. X's key works in the side door, but before we even go in, I can see that rather than a cold classroom, we're looking at a very wet one. The crash had ruptured the pipe on the radiator so that every time the heat kicked on overnight, hot water was pumped onto the Primary room floor.
Elder Z was already working to take down tables and chairs and had called someone from the Stake. Young men started arriving and Mr. X put them to work emptying the classroom. I found the piano in a couple inches of water in yet another room.
After helping the Brother T get temporary scriptures for his class, someone handed Mr. X a phone and he was instructed to turn off the water in three locations under the church. I opened the crawl space for him and then headed to our classroom in the Priesthood room. ...where I was suddenly supposed to do a song and dance until Mr. X arrived to take over.
Mr. X came in after 20 minutes and announced that the police, a plumber and Chem-dry had been contacted, the water was turned off, so don't use the restroom, and please note that the area where the church was crushed was a crime scene - don't touch it.
After our class, Brother S showed us a very nice but munched Subaru that was found parked behind the church. Someone's joyride apparently came to an abrupt end.
Pausing for just a second before getting out of the car, the corner of my headlight caught something on the corner of the building. The church had been hit by a car! Maybe the snowplow? - But it didn't snow last night.
The windows were frosty so I'm thinking, "Great, they took out the heater; it's going to be a cold morning for the junior class". Mr. X and I decide to investigate and after inspecting the smashed wall, I can see tire tracks, and it's obvious that the damage was caused by someone doing donuts. I say, "Let's see what it looks like from the other side." Mr. X's key works in the side door, but before we even go in, I can see that rather than a cold classroom, we're looking at a very wet one. The crash had ruptured the pipe on the radiator so that every time the heat kicked on overnight, hot water was pumped onto the Primary room floor.
Elder Z was already working to take down tables and chairs and had called someone from the Stake. Young men started arriving and Mr. X put them to work emptying the classroom. I found the piano in a couple inches of water in yet another room.
After helping the Brother T get temporary scriptures for his class, someone handed Mr. X a phone and he was instructed to turn off the water in three locations under the church. I opened the crawl space for him and then headed to our classroom in the Priesthood room. ...where I was suddenly supposed to do a song and dance until Mr. X arrived to take over.
Mr. X came in after 20 minutes and announced that the police, a plumber and Chem-dry had been contacted, the water was turned off, so don't use the restroom, and please note that the area where the church was crushed was a crime scene - don't touch it.
After our class, Brother S showed us a very nice but munched Subaru that was found parked behind the church. Someone's joyride apparently came to an abrupt end.
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