No damage here from Friday’s storms, thank goodness. I certainly feel for the towns in Michigan, Indiana and Florida which were badly damaged by tornadoes, and for the families who lost loved ones in the storms.
And now for a shocking local newsflash: it isn’t raining! Wow, we could get used to this… which is too bad, because it’s supposed to start raining again tonight.
Like that’s a surprise.
To cheer up my drenched spirits, I’m looking for blogs which regularly post cute photos of guinea pigs, the sort of photos that make you exclaim (if you’re female) “awwwwww!” or (if you’re male) “gack!” Even after searching through Technorati and Google, I haven’t found any “daily photo” type blogs that are devoted to piggies, so if you know of one, let me know. I’m in the mood for a good ol’ fashioned “awwwww, isn’t that piggy cute!” session.
There’s gotta be a “Daily Cavy” blog somewhere out there, right?
How’s our roofing project going? Glad you asked. It just keeps getting better and better…
The part I like best about the tornado watch NOAA has issued? The warning about two-inch hail and 70 mph winds. Oh, yeah, that just made our day.
Wish us luck. I have a feeling, from watching the cloud formations outside and the current radar, that we’re in for a rough ride.
It’s still raining here. And raining. And raining.
We’ve noticed that there is a rather, well, strong correlation between Michael’s activities and the weather.
Michael needs to lay a concrete foundation for his new shop. On the scheduled day:
He needs to dig an eighty-five foot long trench that’s three-feet deep, lay in conduit, and pull wiring to run power to his new shop.
The village puts in new storm and sanitary sewers on our street, and in the process requires us to install a new mini storm sewer that connects our sump system into the storm sewers. That requires Michael to dig a 45′ long trench three feet deep.
We get everything in place to install a new roof.
Are we the only ones dectecting a pattern here?
Now, if we lived in, say, Seattle, this wouldn’t raise any questions. But where we live? Our county has been declared a federal disaster area for drought, and this is the fourth year in a row where we’ve had drought conditions.
It’s dry – except when Michael has to work on an outdoors construction project.
Michael is in the wrong profession. No doubt about it.
He’s a rainmaker.
Rainmaker: One who is believed to be capable of producing rain (American Heritage Dictionary).
The first casualty of every battle is?
Yes? You over there, frantically waving your hand?
Correct. The battleplan.
Michael has started the next stage of replacing our roof, kicking off the actual work with the help of his folks (who came out here and stayed for the last two weeks – thanks Mom and Dad!).
So far, we’ve had: the decking we ordered delayed by almost two weeks, the shingles we ordered discontinued and all new stock frozen by the manufacturer for ‘reformulation,’ the special underlayment and ice guard discontinued, the premium low VOC paint we chose for the trim ingredients altered somehow by the manufacturer’s suppliers so it has become unacceptable for our use, the wrong reflective insulation shipped to us, and…
It’s rained. Frequently. Sudden downbursts with unheard of rainfall rates of four to five inches an hour.