I’ve Seen Fire and I’ve Seen Rain

Moving Day
Yes, that is a fire extinguisher next to our moving van!


Well, I’m not heading to Heath any longer – I’m here!

It’s been almost a month since my last post and what a month it was.  The last thing all you guys knew about was our battle over granite.  Oh, that granite was our only headache!

The Last Month of the Build

The last month of the build was pure torture and moving in was even crazier.  See, the whole idea of custom is something our builders are are still getting used to – and to say Bill was something of a challenge for them is a bit of an understatement.  However, now that they’re (almost) through with our house, they’re about to bust their buttons with pride.  They want to send in a crew to photograph the house.

I’ll spare you the final headaches of the build, because it would be traumatic for me to re-live the installation of the staircase or talk about the day I discovered a workman left greasy kernels of popcorn on our unsealed marble counter-tops.  I will however share a little of the “fun” we had on moving day.

This Will Be the Day

Bill decided he was ready to move in and he felt someone needed to light a fire under the builders.  So he picked a day in April, told them that’s when we were moving in and started counting the days down for them.  Every morning they’d get an email from him with the countdown in the subject bar and a list of what still needed to be done:  Nineteen Days Until Move In, Eighteen Days Until Move In, Seventeen Days… Well, you get the picture.

The ploy worked to a certain extent.  We didn’t get in on the day Bill picked out, but we did make it a few days later.  We had to get a variance from the city, because our yard wasn’t in yet, but they gave us a certificate of occupancy about two minutes before the moving van arrived.

Moving Day

Moving day started out really well.  Everything was all packed and ready to go.  We already knew it would take two loads, but the movers were there on time and we figured we’d get it all done by sunset.  We could have chosen to be discouraged by the sprinkles of rain, but we were moving into our dream house on the pond.  Bill, especially, was euphoric as we headed to Heath with the first load.  I was in my car with the dog and Bill was in his with the cat.  The Sadeks were moving to Heath.

I beat Bill to the new house by a few moments and discovered there were painters inside.  They were spread out all over the stairwell that had just been finished.  I explained they had to get out of the way because the moving van was on the way.  Bill had warned them for days of the pending move, but they acted like it was the first they’d ever heard of it.

I heard the sound of a straining engine and went back outside.  The movers were backing their truck up our drive.  It’s a pretty steep driveway so they were really giving it the gas.  Bill stood in the garage watching the proceedings and I went to stand next to him.

Suddenly there was smoke coming out from under their truck.  Then sparks appeared in the smoke.  Within seconds there were flames.  Bill ran towards the truck yelling, “Fire! Fire!”  The movers jumped out of the truck like rats leaving a sinking ship.

So, there we were.  Most of our earthly goods sat in a trailer behind the burning truck, right next to my brand new house which had cost more blood, sweat and tears than we ever counted on.  Bill and I both had a moment where we imagined gazing into the burned out shell of our new home.

Sometime Minor Miracles are Pretty Major

Here’s how I know God is always watching out for me.  For days, whenever Bill came to the build he’d bring a carload of stuff.  So the middle of the garage sat a pile of boxes.  Bill and I both knew there was a fire extinguisher somewhere in the pile, thankfully not in the boxes, but among them.  We both dove for the pile and started throwing boxes to find extinguisher.

Bill grabbed it and yelled, “Call 9-1-1!”  I started fishing for my phone and tried to dial 9-1-1, but before I could make the connection, Bill had ripped the pin out of the fire extinguisher and tossed it to one of the movers, who directed at the flames.  The crisis was over.  Only seconds had passed since the smoke appeared, but I felt like I had run a marathon in the meantime.

How did the rest of the day go?  Come back next week and I’ll tell you!

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