Today was kind of heart-breaking.
I watched as the crew demolished all my sewage-soaked studio furniture and loaded it into a truck. All of my Foley props went as well - 14 years accumulation. Then, of course, my remaining albums, 20 years of Keyboard, Electronic Musician, Recording and MIX magazines which I had been planning to sell; plus speakers, power amps, computers, controller keyboards, patch bays, etc. It sounds stupid, but I'm really going to miss my couch; it was really comfortable.
The adjuster was here yesterday. I may be able to claim some of the studio stuff. Probably pennies in the dollar, but every little bit helps. The demolition guy is supposed to be here tomorrow so he can assess how big a crew, how big a truck and the like. Once that's done - some time next week - they'll be able to wash out the rest of the sludge, treat for mold, etc. Then we can get the boiler and hot water heater installed, so another week or two without gas. Until then, no showers at home and we'll continue cooking in the microwave and on a hotplate. Had a hot shower and a shave at a friends house yesterday, my first in a week. It's amazing how much you miss things like that.
Finding even a passable used car that I can afford is proving troublesome. There are already problems finding new cars; certified used vehicles are more expansive than new cars. The local price of "junk mobiles," which is all I can afford, has taken a big jump just in the past several days. My family in Vermont is on the lookout for something that I can afford.
Well, time to cry myself to sleep.
Peace,
Bob