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Weather the Weather

Whether the weather be hot, whether the weather be not, weather the weather whatever the weather, whether you like it or not.  - A Child's Garden of Verse



I've always been inordinately fond of the rain. I love the sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it, the atmosphere it creates. There's nothing cozier than curling up with some hot tea, a good read, and a fluffy blanket on a cold, wet day; or standing in the grass with arms outstretched in a summer downpour.  So it really makes me sad that gathering clouds now fill me with a sense of dread as opposed to a sense of pleased anticipation. Rather than relish the prospect of a rainy evening I'm dreading a long, wet night.  

I've got a leaky roof. And when I say leaky roof, I mean a roof that more closely resembles a sieve than a solid structure designed to keep the elements out of your dwelling. It started with an occasional drip whenever there was a particularly heavy storm or prolonged wet weather.  It then progressed to a consistent but localized leak whenever it rained.  It took several roofers, contractors, and finally having a male call (that's a whole different subject, grrrr) to get someone to finally propose a solution and estimate the cost of implementing it. Great. Then came 2 weeks of preliminary repairs and milling around while waiting on ideal conditions (dry and above 40 degrees) to finish the project. The workmen had put a lovely blue tarp on the roof in the meantime.  

Tuesday night we had a real toad-strangler, an honest-to-goodness deluge. And I might as well have not had a ceiling in one room of my house.  I had pots and pans and pitchers and pales all over the room and every towel in my possession on the floor. I moved the remaining furniture and books put of the room (had already moved the computer, thank goodness). It was literally streaming into the house and I was bailing water as if I were sinking. It was like a movie - and I couldn't decide if it was a comedy with all these ridiculous containers everywhere or a horror movie in which I would drown in my own home. I was leaning more toward horror when the paint on a window frame bubbled up to the size of a navel orange and burst, a gush of water coming out of the wall. It was a bit surreal. I called the roofer who came over after dark to retarp and slowed the flood to a trickle.  

It's been raining since Friday. The leak is confined to a slow drip in one corner of the room. I'm relieved that it's manageable, and kind of disgusted that I'm relieved to have a leak in the corner. Ah well.  It's progress, I suppose.  Seems this journal's been a bit gloomy as of late, but you know what they say. When it rains, it pours. 

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writer_klmeri
Jan. 22nd, 2012 03:45 am (UTC)
Holy crap! This is like when your car window gets stuck and you pray it doesn't rain.... except it does, in a deluge just like you said. I'm sorry, bb, truly sorry. A roof is not an easy or cheap fix.

Curse you, rain gods!!
antesqueluz
Jan. 22nd, 2012 11:28 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the sympathy. *sigh* Maybe we'll get a break from this weather soon.
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antesqueluz
Jan. 27th, 2012 01:05 am (UTC)
I'd love to stand under your umbrella...ella,ella... :-D Thanks bb! Stay safe on the road!
(BTW, I actually have a black umbrella that I call Mycroft...)
f_m_r_l
Jan. 28th, 2012 03:35 am (UTC)
Are things drier now?

Edited at 2012-01-28 04:06 am (UTC)
antesqueluz
Jan. 29th, 2012 01:43 pm (UTC)
Thankfully yes. They're still working on the roof, but no more water pouring in.
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