Water and Hankies

Everything was going fine this morning.  We were up a little earlier than expected or wanted, some days sleep just doesn't linger.  Hubby and Fuzzy we're both not feeling well.  Hubby caught the latest bug and Fuzzy lost a large amount of teeth.  I spent a couple of hours getting my socializing in for the day.  Life was going pretty good.  I got started on some chores in the afternoon, and that's when the day started to get out of control.  They've been working on the roof for two days now.  Today would have been day three, but it has been cold and rainy all day.  So, when I went out into the garage after several hours of rain, there were several spots in the roof that were dripping water.  Oh yae.  I checked out the rest of the garage and went on with my day.  I get down into the basement and start to put away the airbed.  It was propped up on the desk letting the bottom dry because we had some previous moisture in that room.  I turn it over, and the part that was touching the floor is now wet.  Seems there is still a moisture problem in that room.  So I haul the airbed upstairs and drape it over the couch.  We don't have any large open spots of floor, except for the room with wet carpet.  sigh.  So now I start rearranging furniture and boxes downstairs so that we can get the desk out of the basement.  Come to find out, some of the boxes on the one shelf are wet.  I don't know how boxes on a shelf two inches off the floor get wet, but they did.  Some days I think ghosts run around this house spilling water and hiding things.

Frustrated with life I head upstairs to do something other than find water damage in the basement.  While peacefully sitting at the computer, I hear a dripping sound.  Hubby has been napping in the bedroom, and wouldn't you know, that is where the dripping sound is coming from.  I track it to the window where there is a steady drip of water coming down the shade.  Now the shade is drying in the garage (having soaked up hours of drips) and my little foil bread pans are lined up on the window ledge collecting the water drops (since it is leaking from multiple spots).  So we notified the landlord.  He sends out the roof guy, yep, the roof needs to be tarped, so off he goes for tarps.  By now its dinner time, he has an hour drive minimum to get the tarps.  Two hours later he shows up.  Fixes the leak in the garage, but opts to hold off on the main roof because he keeps sliding down.  Hmmm, ya, its dark, starting to freeze, and the roof is wet tar paper.  Now who didn't see that one coming.

At least the rain has slowed down, things are drying up a little.  We'll survive the night and the house shouldn't take too much damage.  So then what does Hubby say, "I need a white handkerchief for tomorrow."  Really?  You've known about this for weeks and just now you tell me you don't have one.  Its after seven, I'm not going around town looking for one.  Oh, its a good thing my mother taught me to save fabric scraps.  An hour later I've found suitable material, cut it to size, set the sewing machine back up, and sewn him a white handkerchief.  Its a good thing that some boxes haven't been sealed shut yet.

I should sleep well tonight, unless a leak springs up above the bed.  :-)

Let it Snow, Let it Shingle, Let it Snow

We had a repeat showing last week.  An hour after they saw the house the first time, they were requesting to see the house again later that afternoon.  Fuzzy and I hung out in the backyard while they checked things out, including the flat roof on the garage.  We've told the landlord that the shingles are falling off the main roof, but we've never looked at the garage roof.  It did make for an anxious weekend while we waited to see if they made an acceptable offer or not.

Sunday was good at calming the anxiety.  Mostly because we determined that we are a month away from when we are trying to move, and it would benefit us to move early.  So here we go.

Monday we went out to run errands.  Fuzzy went in for her semi-annual check-up.  She'll be returning for another tooth extraction.  We'll have a dog with a toothless smile if we can't find a way to keep her gums from getting infected.  Poor girl.  This one should noticeably effect her smile.  When we got home, someone was parked in the driveway, its behind the house so most people don't go there.  Hubby went to check things out and get the person to move the vehicle.

We commented on roof damage two or three months ago, had another shingle fall off on Monday.  A potential buyer complains on Thursday or Friday, and someone comes out for an estimate on Monday.  Yep, we rate.  Don't know what they people said or did, but the landlord moved faster on that than I've seen him do yet.  He was only doing estimates, so we'll see if anything gets fixed, selling price or roof.  Now everything is covered in snow, good thing the rood hasn't started leaking yet.

Flashback!

Standing in the basement today, I had a pungent memory from one of my birthdays.  My sister and some friends decided to take me out for a morning on the town.  To make it more interesting they put a pillowcase over my head.  It wasn't too bad, they were nice enough to not let me get hurt.  Since my head was covered, it wasn't too embarrassing because no one could see who I was, and I couldn't see them.  Everything was fairly entertaining until they stopped at the perfume counter and decided to try out samples on the pillowcase.  Oh, my head started to spin.  I was trapped in a bag of strong scents, and they did not blend well together.  I started pleading for freedom as the headache set in.  Thankfully it was one of the days my sister liked me, so they let me take the pillowcase off and breathe some much fresher air.

So today, while sorting through stuff to clean out the basement, I went through my old perfume collection.  It was only three bottles.  I tried to control the oder by spraying them into the laundry sink.  Needless to say, I've been avoiding the basement ever since.  I also think that I am through with perfume.  Good times.  I just hope that the air settles and clears out a bit by tomorrow.  I have stuff that needs to be done in the basement.

Dogs and Cords

We have the laptop plugged in under the television.  Its a carry over from Conference.  I decided to take advantage of the fact that I can sit on the couch and keep the laptop plugged in.  In getting situated I needed to shake the cord from around the transformer.  Fuzzy was laying in front of the couch and did not appreciate my actions.  She felt that the cord had attacked her and made unnecessary loud noises when the transformer dropped back to the floor.  I felt kind of bad for her.  I hadn't meant to scare her with the cord.  The best part is that she then paced around the space in front of the couches.  The cord drew a line on the floor keeping her trapped by the couches.  So now she was distressed and trapped by a little black box and its corresponding line.  She finally mustered up the courage to walk in front of the television (farthest point from the black box) and across the cord.  She then had to squeeze between the potted tree and the cord (not wanting to cross it again).  She continued to walk the perimeter of the room staying as far as possible from the black box.  Hubby and I busted up laughing.  We now have a dog who is scared of a small, inanimate black box.  I feel bad for her, but it was too funny to watch her try to escape the area while staying away from the little box.