The bedroom with lovely afternoon light.
This, of course, is not from yesterday, a day in which we had rain of Biblical proportions. A constant deluge from morning until night – so much rain that our culvert flooded, our shed, though covered with a tarp, still leaked, and all of our work on the roof above our door was revealed to be useless.
All I can see right now are dollar signs. Don, a more cheerful and hopeful person than I, says everything will work out. Don’s childhood was so hard that he was forced to cope with things – he had to be a survivor. Consequently, nothing fazes him for long. I envy that.
I, on the other hand, worry way too much. We balance each other, which is a good thing. But right now, I’m seeing new roof for the shed, new roof for the house. A pandemic. No work. You know the drill.
Both of us acknowledge that so many people are coping with far worse things. Perspective helps. But I don’t mind telling you I’m a bit panicked here at the cottage.
We will consult with someone about the porch roof over the front door. Maybe there’s a temporary fix until we have more funds on hand. We now readily admit figuring out where the water is coming from is beyond our capabilities. But at least we tried!
In the meantime, Don’s knees are really bothering him from kneeling on the roof two days in a row, so I have ordered him to take it easy.
Right after we moved in 15 years ago, there was a rain that everyone who was a longtime local called a “100 years” rain. Our chimney leaked, the basement was flooding and water was pouring out of a pipe in the basement wall and we couldn’t figure out where it was coming from – we had rubber boots on and were crazily trying to stop the water. And all the while it was endlessly pouring. We finally stuck a broom handle in the pipe and it stopped.
That’s what yesterday was like.
We’ll probably get our tree tomorrow instead of today.
I am reminded of a song from Mame:
Haul out the holly
Put up the tree before my spirit falls again
Fill up the stocking
I may be rushing things, but deck the halls again nowFor we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute
Candles in the window
Carols at the spinet
Yes, we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute
Hasn’t snowed a single flurry, but Santa dear we’re in a hurry…
Can’t think of a better lyric for this year, can you?
I did work a bit on the dollhouse yesterday and I took some delight in being able to stand up at my new work table to work on the second story. Very satisfying!
Stay safe.
Happy Tuesday.
