Chutes and Parenthesis

Posted: January 20, 2010 in bitching, Bring the funny, Drama, Home, Pimp

There was a big rain storm last night. There will be an even bigger one tonight. And then Thursday night will be the biggest one of all! It’s all Goldilocks up in this state. (It’s the same series of storms that are lambasting California right now, by the way.)

Meanwhile, we have a leak in our roof. Not the one that we got fixed last year – thankfully that one’s holding up. And there isn’t a hole in the kitchen ceiling for Ozzy to play Ceiling Cat in this time (man, I’ve been hollering at that damned cat for a wicked long time, now). No, this is another, new leak. Originating, Bill thinks, somewhere in the vicinity of the skylights. He thinks the flashing needs to be repaired, and if that’s all it takes to stop the leak we’ll consider ourselves lucky this time.

The problem is, fixing the leak will require getting up on the roof. And not JUST the roof, but the steepest part of the roof (you can see which part in the fourth picture down in this entry – MAN, is it handy to have had an on-line journal for nearly ten (10! TEN!) years).

(Oh, and my favorite line from that entry, “A gaggle of Marie’s friends stopped by, ran shrieking into the backyard to see the spa, ran shrieking back into the house, and shrieked their way off to the mall with Marie in tow.”)

(Also, I used that template for a grand total of TWO entries before I came to my senses and changed it. Again.)

Anyway, yeah. More ladder-climbing for us, and I believe I’ve mentioned before that I have a hate-hate relationship with ladders. I don’t have a problem with heights – I HATE the process of climbing up a ladder, or climbing down a ladder, or stepping off the top of the ladder onto something (say, the roof), or stepping off of something (say, the roof) onto the top of the ladder. Edges and rungs are my problem, people. Edges and rungs. Oh, and tipping. That too. And not so much the falling as the hitting of the ground.

I doubt I myself will have to do much actual climbing on the actual roof – I expect Calvin Bill (hah, it’s been a while since I messed up!) will be the more precariously positioned of the two of us. But I will help (“I’m helping!”), which will surely mean at least standing up at the top of the ladder and handing him things.

Razzlefrackin’ roof. Razzlefrackin’ rain (which I actually love, if it weren’t for the ironic fact that rain is necessary for the discovery and location of existing leaks). Razzlefrackin’ skylights. If I haven’t Tweeted by 8:00 tonight, send an ambulance.


A few things I’d like to mention before signing off:

1. NASA put out this slideshow of the Saturn system. The photos were taken during the Cassini Equinox Mission. Very, VERY high up on the cool scale.

2. This is the coolest picture I’ve seen in a long time. Pay close attention to the reflections. SO neat.

3. It’s headlines like these that make me love my hometown newspaper: “Portland Man Charged in Fox Urine Attack“. How can you NOT read that???

  1. Jeanette says:

    Your right..that picture with the reflections is very cool! Nothing strikes so much fear into a homeowners heart as water coming into the house during a rain! Hope you can get your roof fixed cheaply!

  2. Shelli says:

    *sigh* Cats. 🙂 Gotta love ’em! I hope the rain stops soon, so you can get the roof fixed. Loved the pics of Saturn – stunningly beautiful!

  3. Taoist Biker says:

    Roof leaks SUCK. SUCK SUCK SUCK. I hope you and Bill are right and the fix is quick and easy.

  4. Kimmothy says:

    One of my good friend’s cousin installs and repairs skylights for a living. Let’s put it this way: he makes a VERY good living.

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