Another cold, grey day dawned this morning. I trudged through snow on the deck and filled the feeders. The branches from the big tree have dropped some snow so they no longer rest on the deck. The palm tree will need replacing, but I’ll wait for warm weather, could be July as we have more snow coming today.
When I came downstairs, I could hear a drop and another drop, a series of drops. I found the spot. It wasn’t all that difficult to find. The ceiling has water marks so something in the upstairs bathroom leaked during the night and is still leaking. My plumber wasn’t there, but I did leave a message. The last time something like this happened he had to open the ceiling to get at the pipes. I figure he’ll do the same thing only it will be a bigger hole. Problems like this make me feel helpless as I can do nothing except move stuff from under the leak and put down rags. I get the same helpless feeling with electrical problems. A stain on a shirt? I’m a whiz. A mark on a table? I can make it magically disappear, but a leak, a drip, sends me reeling. I just noticed the spots together look a bit like a shark. It’s probably symbolic.
My house has a fairly new furnace and hot water burner, a six-year-old roof, double paned windows, siding on the front and new shingles on the other three sides. I know some of you call them shakes, but they aren’t. They’re shingles. I told someone that, and he asked if I didn’t mean shakes. I thought they were the same, but they’re not. I looked up the difference and found shingles are milled more precisely than shakes which tend to be irregular and don’t lay as flat when installed. This creates gaps which can be penetrated by wind-blown snow or rain. When I say shingles and someone tries to correct me and asks if I don’t mean shakes. I’ll tell them no. My house has shingles. So there!
I believe the plumbing problem has had an effect on my mood and not for the better.
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