Ok. Here's the preliminary damage assessment.
The living room floor is gone. It looks like a washboard, and some of the planks have popped loose and are sprung up like barrel staves. Roughly half of the antique hardwood is unsalvageable.
The bookcases... pretty much all of them. They're cheap particleboard, and they are even now exploding into sawdust. Likewise the credenza under the TV. Total loss.
Several of my tarot deck collection are warped beyond usability -- including one Chinese design that![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
nyxia found for me, which I have never seen elsewhere. Even the book is in Mandarin, and the box is long gone. I had my card collection in wooden boxes... many of those are likely to be damaged, because, y'know, wood and water. Yeah.
All my Gaiman. All my Storm Constantine. All my Bradbury. All my play scripts. All our travel books. All our oversize books. Dominus' Babylon 5 scripts. My 30 year old collector's edition Tolkein hardbound. I haven't had the stomach to count the damaged books and dvds yet, but the irony of it is that the shelf that took the most water held all our favorites. Except for Dominus' C.J. Cherryhs. They were over by the French Doors. I also don't know which of these will be salvageable, and which will probably be compost.
I can't even think in that direction right now.
All our A/V electronics were dead centre of the deluge. We've not yet tried turning any of them on, but... the high dollar power supply we got to act as a surge suppressor? Melted. That's right; if this place hadn't been two inches deep in water this weekend, it would have burned down.
Burned.
Down.
*Breathes into a paper sack.*
All the carpets from the living room... I'm steeling myself to hear that my beloved red wool carpet will not be salvageable, because honestly, I can't see how they could possibly save it. Wool, y'know, and water. Not so grippy.
The chaise lounge Dominus bought me... it was in ground zero as well, but we're hoping it held up.
All the insulation from about half of the basement got wet, and will need to be thrown out. Several boxes were soaked, but luckily we'd thrown out nearly all of the cardboard from the basement last spring, as well as all the wooden shelves, replacing them with plastic shelving units and resin bins. *whew!*
There's a contractor coming tomorrow to begin with the estimate stuff. We should hear from the adjustor too, sometime.
And for this post's silver lining?
My house didn't burn down while I was at Arisia this weekend. My cats and snakes weren't killed. My dream house wasn't lost completely, along with the collected memorare of my life to date. I have my bed to sleep in tonight, and my husband and my cats to sleep with me.
And other than that, sir, the play was just fine.
Thanks for asking.
The bookcases... pretty much all of them. They're cheap particleboard, and they are even now exploding into sawdust. Likewise the credenza under the TV. Total loss.
Several of my tarot deck collection are warped beyond usability -- including one Chinese design that
nyxia found for me, which I have never seen elsewhere. Even the book is in Mandarin, and the box is long gone. I had my card collection in wooden boxes... many of those are likely to be damaged, because, y'know, wood and water. Yeah.All my Gaiman. All my Storm Constantine. All my Bradbury. All my play scripts. All our travel books. All our oversize books. Dominus' Babylon 5 scripts. My 30 year old collector's edition Tolkein hardbound. I haven't had the stomach to count the damaged books and dvds yet, but the irony of it is that the shelf that took the most water held all our favorites. Except for Dominus' C.J. Cherryhs. They were over by the French Doors. I also don't know which of these will be salvageable, and which will probably be compost.
I can't even think in that direction right now.
All our A/V electronics were dead centre of the deluge. We've not yet tried turning any of them on, but... the high dollar power supply we got to act as a surge suppressor? Melted. That's right; if this place hadn't been two inches deep in water this weekend, it would have burned down.
Burned.
Down.
*Breathes into a paper sack.*
All the carpets from the living room... I'm steeling myself to hear that my beloved red wool carpet will not be salvageable, because honestly, I can't see how they could possibly save it. Wool, y'know, and water. Not so grippy.
The chaise lounge Dominus bought me... it was in ground zero as well, but we're hoping it held up.
All the insulation from about half of the basement got wet, and will need to be thrown out. Several boxes were soaked, but luckily we'd thrown out nearly all of the cardboard from the basement last spring, as well as all the wooden shelves, replacing them with plastic shelving units and resin bins. *whew!*
There's a contractor coming tomorrow to begin with the estimate stuff. We should hear from the adjustor too, sometime.
And for this post's silver lining?
My house didn't burn down while I was at Arisia this weekend. My cats and snakes weren't killed. My dream house wasn't lost completely, along with the collected memorare of my life to date. I have my bed to sleep in tonight, and my husband and my cats to sleep with me.
And other than that, sir, the play was just fine.
Thanks for asking.