This might not sound like a miracle, but it was. Calvin went downstairs last night to get a hammer. I am thinking, it is Sunday! Then he called in that voice that say trouble. The water softener had been dripping in the storage room. Oh brother. The miracles, well he found it, and the water was in the hall but had not gone into the family room so my quilt blocks were dry. Dad worked on fixing the water problem while I started carrying everything out of that room. All the kids totes and boxes are in there. We tore up the carpet in the storage room, threw away the padding. Currently it reminds me of the old days, fan running in the basement. We fixed that old problem, now this. Anyway, we have company coming in less than two weeks. Daniel's room, in which they will be staying, is loaded to the ceiling with tons of stuff. I did want to get it cleaned out. The little miracles are, that Calvin went down there at all, that Mark came and helped so we could turn the water back on, that I had just recently cleared most of the sleeping bags and boxes off of that floor and stored them in the closet or in totes. Nearly nothing is ruined, well except the carpet pad. And the new carpet is safe! I am grateful for little miracles! I am also exhausted!
