The moment that Mt. Baker highway opened up we raced down off the mountain and into Bellingham and straight to...well, ahem. Affordable accomodations - where we will be staying for at least a week. It's near the Bikers workplace, and hell, there's no cockroaches or blood on the sheets so I'm happy.
It's been a long, stressful day. They're saying that tomorrow we might be able to get back into our house and check things out. I really want to see exactly where we stand - then we can make solid plans.
We also have standing offers on the property, and while we'll probably take a kick in the ass on the price, it's still four city lots near a grade school in a good school district. It'll sell next spring, floodplain or not. The same man who plopped 62 people in a high-density unit two feet off the side wall of my garage will buy our place and plop another 62 person unit on it. Fuck it. Fuck Sumas. Fuck all my furniture and appliances. Fuck the 20, 000 we just spent on updates and repairs. Fuck it all.
I'm going to bed now.