Our Electrician Is Incompetent & We're Cleaning Up The Garage

I can barely walk erect after 2 days of cleaning up the water damage in the garage.  We don't have renter's insurance, so we can't make claims on anything we lost.  We lost some small items, quite a few sentimental items, and a mattress set has to be thrown away.  My favorite antique piece, a new armoire, a brand new bed have mold damage to them, but we think we can get the mold off.  I really hope so.  That bed is gorgeous!  Heartbreaking to think it's unsalvageable.  I also lost some vintage designer handbags that belonged to my grandmother:-(  I also had many books that had to be recycled. 

Besides the physical pain of dealing with a bad back during all of this, there was some emotional pain too.  In unpacking damaged boxes to sort through and rebox items, I unearthed a lot of things long forgotten.  It's not easy.  I had to face a lot of my failures that were represented inside of those boxes.  It wasn't easy work, and I know that I have to part with a lot of sentimental things if I want to make my life a lot more organized and simple.  How do you part with things that mean a lot to you?  The mold forced me to do some of it, but there are things that I know I should toss that I simply reboxed.  For me this will take courage.  I know they are just things, and I should just take a darn picture of it, toss it in a trash or recycle bin and get on with life.  I'm way too sentimental!

This week was a one-two punch of disappointments commencing with the stupid garage leak (you would think someone would seal a building if this happens regularly) and ending with bad news from someone we trusted.  We spent 3 hours with an electrician that we really liked a month ago in a meeting that Jeff had to take a day off of work for, and we've been hounding him to give us an estimate since.  The work must begin with the electrical system, so all of the other work hinges on this getting done.  Well, genius electrician sends Jeff an email on Friday stating that he's been "racking his brain" trying to come up with a figure and he doesn't feel comfortable doing the job because he is incapable of arriving at a figure, the of the age of the home and blah blah blah.  What an incompetent piece of work!  And how callow--you send an email?  How about facing your problems like a man and actually picking up the phone?  You could've told us this a MONTH ago before we spent another month in rent and before we tell all the other workers when we need them.  This jerk really wasted our time.  Seriously, there are people holding us up in every direction, and it ain't me and it ain't Jeff.  I'm just tired of this.  So tired.  If I ever see that guy out in public I hope he is wearing a cup.