Flood, California-Style

A couple of days after G2 headed back to California (sniff, sniff), our storage facility called in a panic; a pipe had broken, somewhere, flooding the building's entire first floor. There's never been any incident of any kind in this place. Aunty Cake's grandmother stored stuff here, the woman in the locker next to ours had been with it for 16 years.

What to do. When we moved to New York, we left about half our house behind. All the big furniture. Mister's beautiful cherry wood post-college desk; my stepfather's armoire; our leather sofa; all of my curriculum; clothes I'd forgotten I owned; my wedding dress; Mister's wood-working tools, including electric saws. 

After hanging up with the storage people, we started making calls. Saturday in California. Who would be available? Who could we ask to ditch plans?

Uncle Nellie drove over immediately, to make a quick assessment and rescue any papers we might have lost. Aunty Cake went for the second shift on Sunday, showing up to greet the movers who'd help shift what wasn't damaged to another locker away from the waters.

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Sorting in the hallway.

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The sofa. Done.

One of us had to go, so I took Rabbit to California for a 36-hour tour. 

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We headed off in a car service on Sunday for an early morning run to JFK.

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Mister sent a photo of the girl. I left her in tears at the window. She tried to be brave, but was weighed down by panic. She knew the locker had flooded, but didn't understand what that meant. I think she pictured the locker opening, water washing over me, taking me away from her. Uncle Nellie called to tell her the waters were gone, I showed her photos before I left so she could see the floor of the locker and how it was already drying out. No luck. Mister did the full-court press to help her forget: Bouchon Bakery, Big Apple Circus, Heckscher Playground, Ippudo, il laboratorio del gelato.

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Once she lost her fear, the circus was magic.

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A bunny and her papa in Central Park.

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Heckscher.

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Ramen at Ippudo.

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Meanwhile, Rabbit played with the free headphones for about 45 minutes straight. The kid's got amazing fine motor skills/finger dexterity.

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Uncle J picked us up at the airport!

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With Aunty M!

It was a fast trip, but Rabbit had hours of time with his aunties, his uncle, his nana, and some of his cousins. It will be one of the only times he will ever have them all to himself. 
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Getting a lift from the big boys to check out family photos at Nana's.
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A small and some bigs.
I wish I could find the photo my sister sent while I was still at the locker on Sunday night. Rabbit was with everyone at Nana's, and they finally knocked off around 8pm PST. Rabbit and his cousin E, both asleep. Rabbit in the pack n play, E on the floor. He slept like a log. The next day, he and Nana hit the road while I went back to the locker for more sorting (Aunty Cake showed up again, thank goodness. Company and help, you can't beat that). 
In the end, we lost books, furniture, and I tossed out most of my teaching materials. (It doesn't make sense to hold onto binders of papers.) The insurance officer Mister dealt with was surprised at home calm he sounded. But no one was hurt. We lost items, not people. Our dearest belongs, my wedding dress, important photos, were all fine. We got special time with our babies. It could have been worse.
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Flood, California-Style

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