Frantically we move everything away from the wall, mop up the standing water and stuff towels where new water is seeping in. By now the rain has let up some, so we set up a fan on high and hope for the best.
We’re still sweating when our friends arrive but try hard not to show it. We only have four days together and we want to enjoy them.
And we do — until the third day. That’s when my husband comes to help with breakfast and tells me he’s having chest pains. We don’t want to ruin our friends’ vacation, so we send them off to explore on their own and drive to the hospital ourselves.
After a few days of observation, my husband passes a stress test and is sent home with a medication change and an order to follow up with his cardiologist.
I remember the quote, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”
And I decide that next summer will be different.