The Arrival of My Third Daughter

Tonight my third daughter arrived. Well, not actually, but  my daughter's friend who will be staying with us for the next few weeks has arrived and will stake a claim to the room formerly occupied by DD#2, now sort of, kind of, a guest room. It is a nice cool, but dry spring night and the park is full of kids hanging out, kicking and throwing balls around, shooting baskets,and younger kids on the playground equipment. After  items were deposited in her room, and proper goodbyes to her mom, she joined the other kids outside. Pup was good and anxious, wanting to make sure he was not left out in the greetings.

I can't imagine the feelings of loss and stress that M's family has experienced in the last year plus months since their fire. To add insult to injury, neither contractors nor insurance companies were playing fair, causing repeated delays.Apparently losing a home to the ground in a fire is more cut and dry than some destruction by fire, but most of the damage caused by smoke and water. While both leave the family without a place to call home, the latter is subjective in terms of what constitutes appropriate resolution, and appropriate rebuilding that is covered through insurance. 

It will be an interesting few weeks. We are not sure exactly how long. It could be just a couple, or could extend throughout the month. Both girls are involved in the school play so we will see little of either this week. They're back in the house now, a tour of the important food pantry complete, and now are getting her settled in her room. Pup just stared up the stairs to the room, letting out a whimper every now and then. I told him to go see them, and he happily obliged. Now though, he has just run downstairs to DH, talking a blue streak in dog to commiserate on the loss of the room that he has grown fond of napping in. I am sure the novelty will wear off for the girls, and they could find themselves even annoyed with each other. For tonight, they are planning big things as housemates.