Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Someone else's blog entry inspired me to write this. The person posted pics of their Christmas tree. It reminded me of the fact that my Mom bought me a new tree this year. It reminded me how much this new tree was gonna mean to me. There have been a lot of new starts this year. My old Christmas tree was in my basement, my basement was in my house, my house is in Cedar Rapids, IA, in June 2008 my city, my house, my basement, and my tree were flooded. Not by a little flood, but by the mother of all floods, Iowa's Katrina. The basement was filled destroying all Christmas ornaments, decorations, momentos, and the tree. The first floor was filled to just shy of 5 feet of nasty, stinky, muddy, water, sewage, chemicals, who knows what was in that water. I returned to my house a week after evacuating to the most awful mess. Everything that I had bought just 2 years prior destroyed, tossed around like it was in a washing machine. There was no Christmas last year I was paying a mortgage and rent and paying utilities and miscellaneous bills on both. One survivor of the flood a lone string of lights that was on a top shelf in a kitchen cabinet served as the lights strung around my dismantled staircase those lights and the snow outside the only reminder that Christmas was coming
It has been a long sad journey of me, my dad, and my uncles fixing this place up. In April of this year I moved back in to a mostly done house many things still left undone, those things left undone until September. Left undone so long because on May 4th, 2009 there was another major change, a long awaited phone call from the Mayo Clinic. At 3 am on May 5th my Mom's heart transplant was completed and the next 4 months of recovery meant my house was left in a partially done state whiled Dad stayed with Mom in Rochester. I had moved in just in time and had enough done to get by until then. It was a pain using the bathroom sink as the only sink but I made it through. A week ago we finished up siding the outside, trim work is left to be done, the carpet on the stairs will have to wait until I have more money, and there are a few other odds and ends, but I will be home this Christmas and I'll have my new tree compliments of my Mom who might not be here if it weren't for some great soul who checked yes on their donor card. The tree will only have the prelit lights on it, ornaments will have to wait. the only one on it will be one I dug out of a mud filled box and painstakingly cleaned "Baby's First Christmas 1980"