Today started off as an ordinary day, well as ordinary as a day can be living here. It was all good. We woke up, had breakfast on the 19th floor. Off to play "football" (soccer) with some new friends at the kids school. It was a family event. All dressed and ready to kick butt. Off we go, pick up Ryan and Erin, their turn to stay at the house last night with Sparky, and head to school. Teams are drawn, 4 v 4. Slightly lopsided the teams, that I fault Walter for ;). Getting our butts kicked, Jack dribbles down the field, Walter tries to take him out and he steps the wrong way and POP. With a very loud Ow Walter is out, he has popped his calf muscle. He can't walk. ( I believe it is Walters way of forcing me to drive)
Got back to the house (OMG I drove,SCaRY, my kids actually clapped when we arrived home, what does that mean you ask, hmm I'll get back to you on that one). Jack is silent in the car ride, that in itself should have been a clue. We are trying to take care of WAlter though he is reluctant of our care. In the house giving Sparky some love and just chilling out ( it was HOT this morning). We are all standing around the kitchen, remember not a lot of furniture, out of Jack comes a sound I don't like repeating but think of a regurgitating sink. Yep he threw up all over the place several times. One time I'm actually grateful we don't have carpets in our house nor lots of furniture. We run around helping him and cleaning up.
An hour or so later Things are returning back to normal. Jack has stopped and cooled down, he is feeling better. Getting ready to leave and go back to the Amari there is a boom. We are all startled looking outside towards the gardener thinking maybe he has done something, we are not used to the sounds of our house, then the water starts. It is raining through the roof in our house. Nope not outside but inside. The water is pouring through the light fixtures In the half bath, the light in the hallway in front of the bathroom and then outside in the laundry area. It is not a light rain it is a downpour. Ryan runs for the gardener, he is the handyman as well. The kitchen floor is covered with water. Thankfully there is a drain in the floor in the half bath because it is coming down hard in there. Now here is the crazy part, we pack up and leave. When does that ever happen when you own a home. Oh that's right we don't. It's not our problem. We rent and can't speak a word with the gardener ( his name is Sam, who would have thought) anyway so why stay. We come back a few hours later and guess what the whole thing is cleaned up. Who knows what is wrong but there is no more water raining in the house.
Even with the 3 things that happened, Overall the day turned out great. Crazy, yes but still good. We spent the afternoon at the swim up bar at the pool. That in itself always makes everything better. :) Jack is fine, Walter is not and the house is still standing, geckos and all.
Cheers 😘 M
"Do not take life to seriously. You will never get out of it alive." ~ Elbert Hubbard
Tomorrow: It's a toss up. Driving or Dinner. Both deserve a spotlight. 😊
Hope to include some visual tomorrow.
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