Our friendly Radio Shack employees checked our power cords today, and let us know which ones were completely dead. They sent us home with a new cord for our Yamaha keyboard and the hope that if the keyboard had been turned off at the time of the power surge, then it was probably fine.
I brought it home, plugged it in and rejoiced as the screen lit up and I was able to play a song.
I don’t care about any of the rest of the stuff. We have our computer and our piano – that’s $2,000 that we won’t have to spend again. The power company is supposed to be in contact with us about the rest of it, but even if we fall through the cracks, I don’t think we’ll be too upset.
Thank you for all of your care and concern. That means a lot. The trials in our lives don’t just develop perseverance and faith – I think they also give us a chance to be reminded how much we’re loved.
And now it’s time for me to go do what I should have done a long time ago. Make CDs of the photos that we love and get them printed and put into albums. My kids are swimming in the creek with their daddy, and I have time to myself to think and sort.