Been dry and warm. I’ve been working on the outside of the house (north wall, exterior of screen porch; I’d have pix except for my camera having died and the phone cameras being a PITA). But yesterday was misty. Enough that the “mist” dripped from the eaves all morning.
So I slipped under the cover of the screen porch and returned to shingling the wall between porch and bedroom. A small fear I’ve been nursing soon proved true: I’m going to run out of shingles on the last row. On the very last freakin’ row.
I hate it when that happens.
Maybe I’ll be able to get creative with trim strips or something. Maybe the lumberyard will discover loose shingles lying around for me. Maybe I’ll squeak through by inserting a few builder’s shims in with the shingles (same shape, same wood, just very, very narrow). Maybe I’ll be able to salvage sufficient damaged and rejected shingles to get by.
Still. I hate it when that happens.
I was already planning a blog post with that title when I stumbled out of bed in the morning dark, turned a faucet to wash my face … and nothing emerged from the pipes but a faint gurgle.
I hate it when that happens, too.
Did I not pay my water bill? Of course I paid it. SHTF overnight and I didn’t notice? I dunno. Where’s my tea?
Fortunately I’d prepped the tea kettle last night. Fortunately, I have stored water, some of which I just refreshed this week. I won’t even be inconvenienced unless the S really has HTF. But you know, that stored water suddenly looks a lot less adequate.
Most likely a water main went blooey somewhere in town. That happened once before, but that time we had the Big Clew of a crew working two doors down. (Their utility locater had oopsied and equipment meant for underground electric service crunched through a water line that was at that moment busily flooding a neighbor’s driveway.) This morning, who knows? I doubt anybody’s installing underground electrical at 5:30 a.m.
But it’s pretty funny that I was already planning a blog titled “I hate it when that happens.”
It may be wise to stay in bed this morning, in case there’s anything else in store.