Tuesday morning (1:30 am) I slowly woke up and became aware of a strange, insistent, high pitched noise. In a dreamy state I think ‘it doesn’t sound like a car alarm‘ and then ‘if it was the tsunami warnings I’m sure it would be a LOT louder‘ and then ‘I guess I better go investigate‘ (which I did). As I made my way down the mile-long hallway of our condo, I get near the kitchen and suddenly I’m standing in about an inch of water!! Wha . . .? I turned on the light and, yes, it’s true – there is about an inch of water swirling around my feet and running through the kitchen. I quickly run to wake up my (snoring) hubby, who ‘sprang from the bed to see what was the matter’ (insert Merry Christmas here). After a few minutes of running around like chickens with their heads cut off we determine that the washing machine is humming and water is flowing like Niagara Falls onto the floor. OMG! What to do? Call the office! While we wait for help we take a look around and see that the water has gone halfway across the living room and it was the flood alarm installed under the cupboard that was ringing. (We think a power outage earlier had caused some valves in the washer to malfunction.
And so it began, our gathering up essentials, our trek across the parking lot in the middle of the night to a temporary unit, our waiting a whole day for another condo to become available and then spending two hours moving all of our stuff up one floor and unloading it into our (not as nice) place. Such a disappointment! Our new digs are, well, not new, our bed is a Queen instead of a King, our bedroom window looks out over the noisy elevator, the carpet is (disgusting) and the furniture is not a comfy, arghhh. There are also so many silk plants that I’m starting to feel nauseous. However, one thought kept going through my mind – a poster I saw on ‘A Pretty Life in the Suburbs’. ‘YOU GET WHAT YOU GET AND YOU DON’T THROW A FIT’ . . . amen. We are in Maui, it’s gorgeous, it’s hot, and we are having a great time. I have now had a good nights sleep and am ready to move on. My vent is over but here are a couple photos of our last condo – within 24 hours they had pulled up the floor and have fans and dehumidifiers going full blast. Apparently it will be 2 weeks before it is habitable.
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. . . maybe you had to be there . . .