Things that happened this weekend:
* On Thursday, the professional restoration people came to take our books and a few other sundries away for cleaning. I don’t want to tell you how many boxes it took to cart away all our books, but between the books and just a few pieces of furniture, it filled a whole medium-sized moving truck.
* On Friday, my husband shifted the rubble in the kitchen in order to gain access to the cabinets, rescuing what could be saved. Most of the dishes in the tipped-over dishwasher weren’t even smashed (miracle)! But the soot in the kitchen was particularly bad…even through the cabinet doors, everything has been covered with a thick and sticky layer of soot that has turned everything a brownish-grey. This is perhaps most alarming when it comes to my yellow KitchenAid mixer and Le Creuset cookware. I suspect “Inferno Grey” would not be a popular choice in their rainbow of colour options. I’m really hoping the soot will shift without major repeated interventions on my part.
A sooty cupboard, half-emptied. (The platter on
the bottom used to be a light turquoise, like the
circle in the middle of it where another bowl was resting.)
A lifted-up coaster leaves a white pattern in the
living room soot (somewhat less severe).
* On Friday night, we went to the Sens-Habs playoff game. And we (Montreal) won! But it was a real treat for me to see my hometown Ottawa Sens play, too, and it was a very welcome respite from our dirty, stressful week. (Of last night's game, let us say nothing.)
Youppi was hanging out right
next to us for a while.
* On Saturday, we moved out all the stuff we are hoping to clean ourselves (i.e. all of the clothes and most of the kitchen stuff)…which filled up a whole uHaul van and then some. Ugh.
No less than three sets of firefighters dropped by on Saturday to do walk-throughs as we were packing and moving. I suppose they take every opportunity they have to see the remnants of a real fire. I felt pretty pleased with myself for asking the first group of about seven guys if they wanted to help, and on their way out, they each helped --- as per my rapid opportunistic instructions: “This!” “And This!” “And This!” --- to carry all the heaviest items down the fire escape for us.
Over the course of Saturday night and all day Sunday, I also did about eight loads of our smoky laundry, including a few sinkfuls of handwashing, which has made less of a dent than one would hope in our total combined wardrobes. But we’re getting there.
Sadly, reading and writing has fallen so far by the wayside amidst all this upheaval that I am almost despairing of ever picking them back up – except one of the few things I have managed to gain over the years is the ability to (at least temporarily!) stave off this kind of despair. I have too many things I’m excited about not to start writing again soon, but now is not the time to feel bad about it. (Right?)