Monday, February 27, 2006
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
I love the rain. It makes me happy. I love how everything looks shiny and clean, the air smells fresh and the sounds of pattering water soothes me. What I don’t love is my roof after a day of solid, non-stop rain.
Our house is, for the most part, in excellent shape (considering it was built in the 1940s). However it has an add-on that, while it’s quite cozy to lounge around in, leaks worse than my own verbal incontinence when it rains for more than a few hours. Right now I can hear the constant pitter-patter of the raindrops outside. It’s quite a lovely sound. At the same time I can also hear the steady tap tap tap of water dripping into the various bowls we have around this room. Yes, my computer is in the leaky add-on. There’s no place else for it. I currently count no less than seven leaks dripping at differing rates. Tomorrow morning there will be eight. Luckily (yes I do manage to have a tiny bit of luck now and then) none of them are directly over the computer desk. Hey, ya gotta be thankful for the little things.
Some of you may be stating the obvious, “Well if you know the roof leaks, why don’t you fix the damn thing??” Have you seen this part of the roof? It’s got that black Henry’s goop all over it. It’s between all the shingles. It’s hopeless. We just need to scrape that shit off and put on a new roof. I’m hoping maybe a sizeable tax return this year can cover it. Here’s to hoping!
If that doesn’t pan out (Oh! I just ooze the puns so naturally I don’t even notice it sometimes. Pots, pans and bowls everywhere to catch the leaks, ha! If only I could bottle this stuff and sell it.) Err… what was I saying? Oh, if that doesn’t pan out, well, we’ve managed to get by with the bowls everywhere so far. It’s a little ghetto but, meh, we’re still happy.
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