I'm happy to say that the horror of our "vacation" ends with part IV. By some miracle, things just stopped going wrong. The following morning, the plumber came and snaked the tree roots out of our sewer line. Then the disinfectant clean up guy came and sprayed everything with some kind of germ-destroyer. We washed 1,000 loads of laundry, loaded the car, and headed off to Fire Island with our friends, where, I am happy to report, none of the predicted rain actually materialized.
But you can see why, in the aftermath of all that, coming home was a little bit stressful. I originally wrote a list of all the clean-up related chores I've been doing, but that was boring, so I deleted it. Instead, I will say that I am grateful that somehow, in the midst of all that chaos and bad luck, we were able to have fun -- a fact which shocks me.
I think the vacation series has gone on long enough, so I will leave this post at that, and let you know soon what else we've been up to around here.