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Random nonsense

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While I’ve been known to enjoy some oddly flavored beer …

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That’s a hearty no from me. Pretzels belong in a bowl on the bar… to make you thirsty for more beer… not in the bottle you’re drinking. Blech!

For the first time in over a year, I lost a game of Scrabble to my husband. But in my defense?

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Even Noah Webster would have a hard time with those letters.

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We had a nice rain storm pass through recently so the husband and I took to the barn porch with adult beverages. He was interested to see if his leaky gutter repair worked ( it did ) and if his strategically placed rock ( which I told him was too small ) would protect the lawn from a rain induced pothole. ( it partially did )

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And in case you’re wanting a piece of jewelry to commemorate the shit show of the last year?

I have just the thing.

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You’re welcome.

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This is getting old.

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It rained heavily the other night, which means I woke up to this.

Again.

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My husband puts a paper towel in the bowl because he can’t stand to hear the dripping. This from the man who has the audio level of the television at 31.

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No matter how many times he fixes, replaces sections of, tars or flashes the roof?

This.

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It’s enough to make me scream because it doesn’t happen every time. We can have a rip roarer of a downpour and it will be fine. Then a normal shower will cause a breakthrough.

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So I bleached and patched the ceiling, again. Cursing under my breath the entire time.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten?

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Didn’t seem overly concerned.

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Well, he tried.

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Last weekend my husband installed the downspout on our new back deck guttering.

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For some reason (Far be it for me to question his process. But I did… and was told to go back in the house) he decided to reroute the water’s path and secured the spout to the side of the corner post instead of the front.

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He was proud of how it turned out.

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And while it passed the water test as far as leaks go…

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With liquid gushing out the end freely….

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I did take issue with the placement.

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Because, call me crazy….

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But unless the rain is going to hook a 90 degree turn and drain into the pipe as it’s supposed to…. we’re going to have a mess.

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And the work continued….

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Day two of roof repair was not without its pitfalls.

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And Lord Dudley Mountcatten kept a close eye on the progress.

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Yes that’s a giant copper and silver cicada on my coffee table. You mean you don’t have one…? How strange.

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The weather that morning was awful.

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Rain, wind and colder than average temps. Work didn’t even start until 10:00am.

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At times it seemed like the black clouds were aiming right for them.

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But progress was made in between the showers and I was glad to see the gap in the problem corner was tightly covered with ice and water shield. A gerry rigged solution to be sure, but an improvement none the less. Had this been done the day before (as I requested, repeatedly) our ceiling wouldn’t look like this:

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But I’m just a woman. What do I know?

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But what do I know?

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I don’t claim to know everything, but I do know if you’re going to strip a roof for repairs during a weekend when rain is predicted? You postpone or make damn sure you cover that sucker completely.

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My husband on the other hand, likes to gamble.

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And as you can see by what I woke up to Saturday morning…

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He lost. ( Unplug the tv and move the table? Why… when you can just cover it with trash bags? It’s times like these I question my love for that man.)

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And while I would normally enjoy a good I told you so and being right….

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The utter disaster that is our ceiling took the joy right out of it.

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Roof repair day one, the finale.

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Roof section stripped, ice and water shield in place, drip edge nailed down.

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The problem corner was recognized and discussed.

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I checked periodically and enjoyed the view from up high.

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You’d think all the hammering and noise would scare off the wildlife…

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But it didn’t stop Chuck from having a little nosh.

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No, the husband wasn’t asleep… but they’d been on the roof since 8:00am and apparently he can strategize just as well lying down.

I repeatedly asked what he was going to do with the bad corner…. and I was repeatedly ignored. Please refer to the complicated diagram below to understand how and where the water was getting in.

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They finished for the day at 7:00pm and the tarp was redeployed. But when I went back out and found the section over the door (you know.. where it was leaking!) hadn’t been covered, I suggested something might need to be done due to the forecast of imminent rain. But once again, I was ignored. Because really, what do I know?

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It got interesting alright.

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Remember last week when I posted about the giant tarp and a high wind storm coming our way?

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Well, it came.

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And the tarp went.

Sailing off the roof, across the lawn and down into the woods where it rolled into a large ball and sailed right back up to the house.

How well did those grommets hold?

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Not very well as it turns out.

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Sadly along with the wind came rain. And with the tarp protecting nothing but snow covered ground, our ceiling leaked again.

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And the water broke through my previous patch job on the beam.

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So today I’ve been spackling and sanding trying to fill the hole.

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And bleaching the numerous stains on the ceiling…. which is getting quite ridiculous. Every storm brings a new stain in a slightly different spot.

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I’m seriously thinking of painting the damn thing in polka dots until spring.

And if you’re wondering what Lord Mountcatten was doing through all the excitement?

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Trying to ignore it of course.

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Well that was (not) fun.

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When your roof is leaking in the middle of a Maine winter and you have no idea why…. there’s really only one solution.

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You chip the ice and snow from around the door, set up a ladder….

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Climb up on the roof where you have to chip away more snow and ice…

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And lay a giant ass tarp. ( We’ll be the envy of all our neighbors now, so stylish! ) Then if you’re my husband, you leave a large part of it flapping in the corner.

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What?

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With a storm moving in, I had to fight him to secure the damn thing before it blew halfway to the next county.

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One little string, through one little grommet was all he would do.

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The snow came, turned to rain and miraculously the roof didn’t leak. But we’re due for strong winds in a few days so things are apt get interesting.

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