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.<\/p>\n
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<\/em>.<\/p>\n I hate it when that happens.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n Still. I hate it when that happens.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n I hate it when that happens, too.<\/p>\n 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?<\/em><\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n But it’s pretty funny that I was already planning a blog titled “I hate it when that happens.” <\/p>\n It may be wise to stay in bed this morning, in case there’s anything else in store.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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…<\/p>\n