Today is Jim’s birthday.
I actually have a gift for him that I purchased while he was here and intended to ship. I had all the time in the world…and then the flood happened. Below is a generally accurate account of what I told Jim.
“The morning of the flood, I texted Tom to tell him Tim’s apartment was flooding. He told me he didn’t have time to talk because our house was also flooding, and before he did anything else, he HAD TO GET JIM’S BIRTHDAY PRESENT SAFELY OUT OF THE REACH OF FLOOD WATERS.”
When I recounted this conversation to Timothy, here is a generally accurate account of his response.
“I hope you told him that when you called to tell me the house and apartment were flooding, I said, ‘Don’t worry about the dogs or the antique violin my great-grandfather built. GET THE BLUE VASE TO A SAFE LOCATION!'”
Well, of course, Jim knows we’d do that. But he always likes a little proof that the blue vase still exists.
Happy birthday, Jim!
I love this story. I literally LOL’d.
I believe for the rest of our lives we will be sharing stories about how the flood became all about Jim. We’re a story telling people.
Priorities indeed!
I hope Timothy didn’t lose much?
He lost all of his furniture except a table with four chairs and a desk, and one set of shelves. He lost his stove, his refrigerator (and all the food therein), his washing machine/dryer, clothes, shoes, his keyboard from his days in a band, two shelves of antique books, his high school yearbooks, a laptop, a bin of mementos, some quilts and linens, all his dogs’ beds and toys…
I’m sure I’m forgetting some stuff. There is a lot to replace and a lot that can never be replaced. But he and his dogs are fine, and that’s the most important of all.