So, I arrive home from spending all day in Batavia doing pilates training. And about an hour before I get home, the basement is flooding. But wait! It gets better.
The most capable daughter decides to "fix it"--which is another amazing thing. How she would know what to do is beyond me. And it IS fixed until 3:00 a.m. And then it springs loose again.
And all is mass confusion around here for an hour or so. Finally after calling all sorts of people, our neighbor, Carl came over and muscled the thing into place with duct tape.
And all this needs to happen when he just arrived here:
But the Lord provided, as he always does. It was a bit stressful in the middle of the night until Carl came over.
Carl is a muscly old dude with a huge heart. All I can say is: thank you! and there has got to be double treasures in heaven for a 3:00 a.m. call from a neighbor.