The Weekend from Heaven and Hell......

     Well, what was to be our first weekend together in RL, the weekend of romance, dancing, and delight... started off with a firey, unplanned twist.  I was as work about 10 AM Saturday morning, when my mother called me. "Hey, you better come home, your house is on FIRE!"  OMG... I told my waitress/backup cook what was going on, stopped, or rather ran through the other restaurant that my employers own, and told one of the owners, and loped as fast as the arthritis in my feet would let me the three blocks home, only to see flames shooting out of the front wall of my house, and black smoke billowing into the air.  If you've never experienced this, the feeling can't be described.  The front of my house, an 1860's gingerbread trimmed shotgun style, was the only part of it that I'd had the money/time to "finish" since I bought it.  Ruined.
      To hand it to our local, all volunteer fire departments, they had it out in less than an hour and a half, and with the most minimum damage that my insurance adjuster said he's seen in many years.  My house is full of antiques, and other family/purchased collectibles.  They got in the front door with the key, and then used the hoses from the inside out, rather than the usual way, outside in, in order to minimize the water damage. Godz bless them!  All I really lost, other than structural damage, was a couple of paintings, and some upholstery.  They even managed to miss my grandmother's Victrola, which was sitting right against the wall that had been on fire!
     In the meantime, I had sent my mother inside HER house to call "Asoniel" and tell him NOT to start down here from where he lives in the northermost part of the state.  It's a 4 1/2 hour drive or so, and I wasn't sure of damage/where I was to stay, whatever.  He called back in an hour and a half, and said he was coming anyway, that he wanted to be with me in this horrible time, and that he loved me.  How could I refuse that?  What a sweet, adorable, loving mate I have!
     Here are some pics of the fire damage, and a coupla ones of me and my li'l Satelfteh... I do NOT photograph well... I look like a bald 48 yr old man in pictures, whereas in MY mind, I'm merely a 25 yr old stud with long hair still.... apparently, HE sees me with my mind's eye, as he assures me I'm cute and sexy.... (either that, or he needs MUCH better contact lenses!)  HE, of course, is a total babe, with no photoshopping necessary to make him perfect!  Love you, Kitteh~!
     Any other pics from the weekend... well, I think perhaps I'll just keep them to myself! *winks and geezer grins!*

Love y'all, and will resume holiday posts tomorrow, or later this evening, if possible... still not able to stay here at home, as I have no heat at the moment, and electricity only in two rooms.  At least the insurance is moving swiftly, and put me and my honey up in a nice hotel for the weekend, complete with spa bathtub!  (heehee... that was kinda fun, actually!)  He tells me everything happens for a reason... perhaps he's right.  The fire certainly kept any last minute jitters away while he was enroute to see me, and when he walked up on my porch the first time, and we collapsed into each other's arms, it was more "Oh, sweetie, I'm glad you're home!", rather than "awkward teen at his first dance".  Love you, my Asokitteh.... and look forward to your NEXT visit! (Hopefully, it will be MUCH less exciting, unless WE make it that way!)

 

The pics above are of just a part of the damage from the fire.  The ones below are of the happy benefit that came out of the weekend.  Remember, love IS blind, and, obviously, so is my kitteh!  ROFL!

Kitteh after he picked me up for the trip to the hotel.

Aso standing in the diner... yes, Goma, this one is the PROOF that he DID come in to see you!

Final pic, right before Aso left for his drive north.... be careful, li'l Satelfteh, and come back to me soon!