Pressure washing, wine and barbecue

A typical day at CRC. We have appointed today to wash the last remaining flood goo off of the last remaining things that made it through the flood – shelving in the storage room. “I’ll bring my pressure washer, ” says Kim. Of course, Kim has a pressure washer. I love that girl.

I cleverly get Kim and Betsy to lug the shelving, which is surprisingly heavy, out of the storage room and into the parking lot. Those girls make such a big deal of how strong they are. And, actually, they are really strong. I am but a frail flower compared to those two. Latex gloves are applied as even more than a year after the flood we are not quite sure there aren’t a few toxic buggies lurking around. The plan is to spray the shelves with bleach and then scour them with the pressure washer.

However, it starts to rain. Ah, rain. So soothing. So unexpected today. So deserving of a special gathering at the open dock door with a wee glass of wine. Just a thimble-full really. Isn’t that in the employee manual? Beautiful cool rain requires employees to tipple just a bit in admiration? I believe it is.

Then it is time for the bi-monthly visit from Tom and Billy, our flood furniture suppliers from North Carolina. Ever since they found out I used to live there and am a certified master barbecue judge they have been bringing us eastern North Carolina barbecue for lunch. It is the chopped variety with a vinegar-based sauce and red cole slaw. We love Tom and Billy. Who would have thought a year of disaster relief would have brought us such good friends? However, after lunch, we reluctantly say goodbye because there is pressure washing to be done.

Oh, no. Oh, dear. Kim cannot seem to get the pressure washer to work. There will be no ceremonial last finger to the flood today. However, there will also not be a reason for me to help those strong girls carry the shelves back into the storage room. Oh, dear.


Pressure washing, wine and barbecue

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