Thankfully, the tornados missed our little town the other night; however, from the looks of my backyard, a tornado might easily have touched down back there......
Behold - phase one of the correcting the leaky den saga....our newly poured porch. This used to be a wood deck built by the previous owner who, while a handy renaissance man, lacked a bit of professional know-how when it comes to making sure your deck doesn't slope towards your den.....which thereby directed all raindrops right through a faulty french door (also installed by previous renaissance man) and into my carpet.
All half-hearted attempts at our own handy rigged up caulking, weatherstripping, and makeshift dams have failed miserably. So we have called in the professionals. But, in a small town, professionals are in HIGH DEMAND, and so getting a competent contractor here has taken all of three months - from the point of hire to the actual start date.
And we've had an unusually wet spring up here in the historically dry northern Panhandle.
But I have the rain to thank, because our contractor showed up unexpectedly on Monday morning to start phase one....his other jobs were on hold because of the torrential downpours throughout the weekend. Chaos ensued because I had a plumber coming that morning to fix an outdoor faucet, and our big pine tree still had HUMONGOUS branches lying on the ground where our tree-trimmer had left them the previous Friday when the rain started coming down.
And here is where I will offer my sincerest apologies to my husband, my family, and my friends who have listened to the droning of my voice fretting over the status of our den and will it ever be fixed and are we going to turn a blind eye to the brown spots in the ceiling and accept that we will die of mold poisoning someday?
Because let me tell ya folks, God - in His infinite wisdom - knew that the tree-trimmers would have to come first and cut down two GIGANTIC pine tree limbs that were faltering in the back yard......otherwise the cement truck would never have made it all the way to our porch area. As the kids and I watched the intricacy of backing a cement truck into our yard from a small alley, I realized that all this home improvement was happening at exactly the right time, and my months of complaining did nothing but aggravate myself and those around me.
So I repent.
I have learned my lesson (for the three-thousandth time)....There is a time for everything.
And now it's time for me to go pick out carpet.
