If you live in the Northwest part of the USA, rain is very much a part of your environment, especially this time of year. Those of us who were born here take it for granted and actually (almost) enjoy the rain. This is our favorite time of the year and is part of the reason we choose to live here.
Well, I do enjoy the rain.
Unless it makes itself an unwelcome guest inside our house.
A little over two weeks ago, we experienced a bit of a rain storm. Not a big storm, but there was quite a bit of rain packed into that weekend. I first felt it while working on my laptop. Drip, drip. Followed by drip, drip....drip. You get the picture.
I called for assistance (Cora) and I first began to set out pots and pans. I also removed the window curtains as the inner ceiling at this point follows the slope of the roof and the water was running downhill towards the window and soaking the curtains.
When Cora arrived and assessed the situation, she came up with a better plan. She broke out her plasticware (Tupperware, etc.) and replaced the pots. Seems like the square shapes covered the area better than the round pans. (Why is it that expertise in Tupperware seems to be a part of the female genetic code?)
Anyway, things did come under control and our initial damage control was working. OK, it was her damage control. Fortunately, the rain was not constant and really subsided after the weekend was over.
However, this was serious and on Monday I made a call to a roofing contractor. He came and assessed the situation and gave us the good news: Our roof was worn out and needed replacing. Great! This news was followed by more good news: The Price! Yikes.
I took advantage of the construction project (and the weather) to finish some of my own projects that I wanted to get done before the winter. These included replacing two fence posts, replacing fencing sections and building a new gate. There were some other things too and I found that keeping busy kept my mind off the impact on our bank account of the cost of the new roof.
Needless to say, both Cora and myself were very distracted by all this. It just took the 'fun' and 'playfulness' out of both of us. We found that keeping busy with other things was good therapy but the aspects of our FLR took a back seat. As did the spankings. All things considered, it was a productive time but not much fun. I certainly fell behind on the blog, reading other blogs and the e-Mail piled up.