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"Obviously, I'd like to get rich as well. But Changing The World is usually the principal motivation of the serious Internet innovator ..." -- jducoeur, 2008-01-24

"Obviously, I'd like to get rich as well. But Changing The World is usually the principal motivation of the serious Internet innovator ..." -- jducoeur, 2008-01-24

Ouch. Everywhere.

Last night the wind got fierce -- it sounded like it had to be much stronger than the 7 MPH wunderground.com was reporting. (I don't suppose any of y'all just happen to have a wind-tunnl-scale model of Baltimore ... and access to a wind tunnel? I've been wondering why the winds on my roof are so high.) Sometime after a phone call woke me (the phone's battery died mid-ring, before the phone had stored the CID and timestamp, so I don't know who called -- but Perrine was glad that I woke up enough to feed her, as her dinner was already a few hours late) I heard one of the weights go rolling down the roof, so I know the plastic is not in position for tomorrow's predicted precipitation, but I cannot go up on the roof today. I can barely get out of bed today. (Fortunately I have a large bladder.) I did eventually make it downstairs a little while ago, and damn, ascending or dscendng stairs is painful.

I did have an idea for a technique that might hold the expensive tarp in place ifwhen I have the strength to try dealing with the roof again and calm enough air to wrangle what will want to become a hundred and forty square meters (1500 square feet) of sail if I slip. I figure I can tie a rope to one of the tarp's eyelet's at the front of the house, run the rope through the house front to back (through the tops of the windows, assuming the upper sash isn't stuck on any of the four windows in question), and tie it off to an eyelet at the back of the house. Repeat for three more pairs of eyelets, running through two pairs of windows. That oughtn't go anywhere, right? Of course, I'll need to wedge the windows shut again afterwards, as the rope will want to pry them open.

Anyhow, I didn't make it to rehearsal last night -- I fell asleep while trying to decide whether I'd be able to lift the bass -- and today I'm not good for much except browsing LJ and (yes yes I get the message oh furry one) petting the cat. Maybe a bit of television, if I can manage the attention span through the pain. I probably shouldn't have tried to work on the roof yesterday; I pushed too hard and I'm paying for it.

F'ing ouch.

Ouch. Everywhere.

Last night the wind got fierce -- it sounded like it had to be much stronger than the 7 MPH wunderground.com was reporting. (I don't suppose any of y'all just happen to have a wind-tunnl-scale model of Baltimore ... and access to a wind tunnel? I've been wondering why the winds on my roof are so high.) Sometime after a phone call woke me (the phone's battery died mid-ring, before the phone had stored the CID and timestamp, so I don't know who called -- but Perrine was glad that I woke up enough to feed her, as her dinner was already a few hours late) I heard one of the weights go rolling down the roof, so I know the plastic is not in position for tomorrow's predicted precipitation, but I cannot go up on the roof today. I can barely get out of bed today. (Fortunately I have a large bladder.) I did eventually make it downstairs a little while ago, and damn, ascending or dscendng stairs is painful.

I did have an idea for a technique that might hold the expensive tarp in place ifwhen I have the strength to try dealing with the roof again and calm enough air to wrangle what will want to become a hundred and forty square meters (1500 square feet) of sail if I slip. I figure I can tie a rope to one of the tarp's eyelet's at the front of the house, run the rope through the house front to back (through the tops of the windows, assuming the upper sash isn't stuck on any of the four windows in question), and tie it off to an eyelet at the back of the house. Repeat for three more pairs of eyelets, running through two pairs of windows. That oughtn't go anywhere, right? Of course, I'll need to wedge the windows shut again afterwards, as the rope will want to pry them open.

Anyhow, I didn't make it to rehearsal last night -- I fell asleep while trying to decide whether I'd be able to lift the bass -- and today I'm not good for much except browsing LJ and (yes yes I get the message oh furry one) petting the cat. Maybe a bit of television, if I can manage the attention span through the pain. I probably shouldn't have tried to work on the roof yesterday; I pushed too hard and I'm paying for it.

F'ing ouch.

*grumble* Perrine has hidden the claw-scissors again. :-( Eventually I'll find out what she pushed them under, and then my knee will only hurt on the inside, not the skin.

*grumble* Perrine has hidden the claw-scissors again. :-( Eventually I'll find out what she pushed them under, and then my knee will only hurt on the inside, not the skin.