In my hopes to salvage any bit of dryness upstairs, I stood in the attic, feeling for drops in the dark. Tuning my ears to hear even the slightest "drip." It was though I was doing mime in a cave, for an audience that didn't exist.
As soon as I felt or heard that "plop" noise, I maneuvered buckets and tarps. Then I stood still and listened again to see if the noise had now become, "plunk."
The good news is that Godot Roofing has started to put the titles on and if it doesn't rain today perhaps they'll be able to get the side that has given us the most grief covered. The forecast for the weekend isn't promising.
Sing it with me, everyone:
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day.
Little Johnny wants to play;
Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again!
Rain, rain, go to Germany,
And remain there permanently.
Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day,
If you don't, I will say,
Rain, rain go away.
Come again another day,
If you don't, I will say,
Rain, rain go away.
My apologies to anyone in Spain or Germany who may suffer from said singing of said song, but I'm getting desperate here.
And with that being sung, I see a spot of blue sky out there. Quick! I'm off to lasso it and tie it to the house before the roofers arrive.
4 comments:
Sounds like you need some of magical little brooms to help you. Just keep drinking that red wine...
Should we sing, hi ho hiho it's off to work we go? Or that was the dwarves as opposed to the sorcerer's apprentice
So, I guess it is past the point of joyful liquid sunshine!?!?!? xoxoxoxo
Joe just shared in your pot placement ritual at the Bay. Tropical Storm Hanna kept him on his toes for the weekend. AND NOW- Ike is hitting Houston and Alida is hunkering down with a few friends. Luckily - her dad and his whole nursing home is bound for Dallas on a Greyhound bus....they'll be weathering the storm in a Sheraton. Hold your breath and pray she doesn't need the Texas branch of the Godot Roofers.
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