Holding pattern

The mold people finally got their estimates to me yesterday, and now I'm just waiting to hear from his excellency, my insurance agent. I do like my agent a lot. He's kind of a good ole boy, and he's been dealing with my family for about 25 years so I think he'll do me right.

Aside: What homeowner wouldn't delight at the use of the term "controlled demolition" in relation to one's house? I started getting nervous reading the estimate, but I remembered getting some medical results a few months back and being absolutely sure I was dying. Well, I wasn't.

We forget that every industry has its own dialect, and we do need translators. I was certain I was dying of thyroid cancer last fall, and all my medical friends assured me I wasn't. Luckily, I have a friend in the mold business, and he's helped put the water damage in perspective. This isn't anywhere near Katrina damage, and I'm not living in a biohazard.

But it sure would be nice to get moving on repairs. My good sense of humor can last only so long.