Those who follow my blog posts may know that my home, built in 1855, has been badly damaged. In the spring of 2023, very high winds and a tornado caused power outages in our town in Ohio. The winds toppled trees, downed power lines, and caused one of the chimneys to collapse. That broke some of the rafters in the attic and raised the roof.
I have planned for some time now to take a road trip to visit family and friends down south: Tennessee, Georgia, North, and South Carolina, and possibly even Alabama. The last time my husband and I traveled down south was in 2019. I had planned to make the sixteen-day trip this June.
But then, my eldest brother weighed in and suggested that I should postpone such a trip until my home is repaired. This afternoon yet another inspector is coming to the house. I have been very impressed with the builders who will fix my home. But they, like me, have been hamstrung by the seemingly endless inspectors who have looked at my house. The last one who was here was the best. He spent about ninety minutes looking at the house, and his inspection included flying a drone over the roof of my home to show things he could not see from the inside.
That being said, I titled this blog “When One Door Closes, Another Opens.” A highlight of not taking my road trip south this summer is that I can attend the retirement party for the husband of one of my oldest and dearest friends.
Hey, Larry, this is for you!