Day 7- Wednesday, June 26, 2013
The day had started like any other flood day. I would walk through police barriers and make my way downtown to work. Our hotel was well prepared and running on a generator. With the downtown flooding and no power, there was a lot to do. The hotel was safe and all of our guests were accommodated elsewhere. So, a group of managers were on 12 hour shifts; cleaning out the fridges/freezers, deep cleaning, answering the phones and calling thousands of people to help them find other hotels to stay in.
On Wednesday, I was sitting by a desk lamp leaning into a computer and responding to emails, when the Epic Day began.
“Honey, I found a storage unit, we have to have all our stuff there before 6 p.m. tonight”, Matt announced on the phone.
“But, how are we going to do that?” I replied.
Matt said quickly, “Walk out of downtown, I’ll pick you up and we are getting a uhaul across town”.
Downtown was quiet, no traffic or even traffic lights. I met up with Matt and as we drove to the North East, I voiced my concern about two people packing all of our stuff and loading it to move and then unloading it into storage all within 5 hours.“The two of us can not move 7 1/2 years of stuff in one day,” I said, as concern about this seemingly impossible task mounted.
“Oh, I posted an urgent call on Facebook, someone will show up,” he said.
He was right…two friends showed up with food and boxes. We packed, fast! But after the first hour it was clear we would not be able to pack all of the stuff that was unharmed from the flood and also move everything damaged outside. We needed a miracle.
*** conclusion in the next post***