we are five hours and a ferry ride from our basement. but we have an amazing posse of friends back there on the mainland. my girl has taken up residency keeping an eye on our house and our posse is keeping an eye out for her. we know that, no matter what, someone is but a phone call and minutes away from any kind of help she – or our house, basement included – might need. and in that, we rest easy. such generosity.
the humidity and heat has been high in southeastern wisconsin this summer and our basement? in a line from my big fat greek wedding, it suffers. one dehumidifier is not enough. worried, we texted our up-north-gang up north to ask advice: “in a non-centrally-air-conditioned house, how many dehumidifiers would you put in the basement?” immediately we got back answers from jay and gay, opinions from charlie and dan, and within days dan brought over a dehumidifier, installed it and checked on the one already there. thinking about the cluttered basement, we texted to him that while paying attention to the basement to please ignore the basement. he texted back, “i didn’t even notice the basement.” generosity.
we ran home for a night a couple weeks ago. we ran errands, we installed the a/c units in the windows, we grocery shopped, we weeded and vacuumed, we prepped the house for our girl’s arrival. we picked up mail and packages from john, shared drinks and not-enough-stories with jen and brad, ate a late dinner with 20, had quick before-she-went-to-work coffee with michele. in their busy schedules, our beloved posse dropped everything and made time to see us, time to spend together. generosity.
we couldn’t be here without our posse there. fact of the matter is, we couldn’t be THERE without our posse there.
because it takes a village to take care of a basement. and each other.