Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I has a bucket some buckets. It Some overflowed.

*sigh* As I feared, the wind earlier shifted the plastic way the heck out of position, in addition to dropping a couple of bricks on the sidewalk. A spot where no water had come in since I put the plastic up there is now leaking again, and the main leak is going at multiple gallons per hour again, which it hadn't done in a while. This is probably partly due to how heavy this rain is, compared to the last few, but much of it tonight hasn't seemed that heavy, just really really long. (That is, it's heavier, but not by as large a factor as the difference I'm seeing inside the house.)

Earlier, number-12 said that the weather forecast sounded like it would make for a rough night for me. At the time I hoped that even with the plastic having shifted, enough would still cover the relevant areas that this storm wouldn't be too much like the last time I posted umptygazillion "I'm so distressed about all this water" entries in a row. Bleah. No such luck.

Okay, it's not quite that bad, but it's similar enough. Enough that hearing the tone of the splash change kept me from falling asleep (I got up and found that one large drip had shifted position so it was no longer over the bucket that had been under it before, so it was time to don the sabots again), and there are two four-gallon buckets that need dumping more often than once per hour (one of which overflowed while I was downstairs grabbing a meal --whoops). Er ... I'm probably not going to be much good for anything tomorrow after staying up all night fussing with this (and **grumble** getting my head dripped on when I reach for buckets in the middle of the cluster *pout*).

I've figured out a way, I think, to secure the big blue tarp to the roof, but since the last time I was on the roof (before I figured it out) so far I haven't had a day when I've simultaneously felt well enough/strong enough to climb up there safely and not had something similarly urgent that I needed to save my spoons for that day or the next.

On the plus side, I've got a bunch of estimates, and I just need to wait for my mother (who owns the house) to pick a roofer -- or to kick the decision back to me, which she might do since she's extra-busy herself lately -- and sort out the money part and wait for my turn in whichever roofer's schedule to get the work done. There's progress; there's a light at the end of the tunnel ...

... It's just that in the middle of a night like this, emptying buckets and worrying about where the water is shifting to and getting my head dripped on -- and listening to all that splashing when I'm not doing those other things (and staying awake to be ready to empty buckets when I'm dizzytired and really want to crash (*whine*)) -- it's just a wee bit difficult to focus on the optimistic aspects that will seem so much more apparent after this storm system finishes passing by and I've slept for real.

Having spent most of the day leading up to the Indoor Precipitation Event attempting to shrug off a migraine isn't helping my mood much.

*sigh* "This too shall pass."

I has a bucket some buckets. It Some overflowed.

*sigh* As I feared, the wind earlier shifted the plastic way the heck out of position, in addition to dropping a couple of bricks on the sidewalk. A spot where no water had come in since I put the plastic up there is now leaking again, and the main leak is going at multiple gallons per hour again, which it hadn't done in a while. This is probably partly due to how heavy this rain is, compared to the last few, but much of it tonight hasn't seemed that heavy, just really really long. (That is, it's heavier, but not by as large a factor as the difference I'm seeing inside the house.)

Earlier, number-12 said that the weather forecast sounded like it would make for a rough night for me. At the time I hoped that even with the plastic having shifted, enough would still cover the relevant areas that this storm wouldn't be too much like the last time I posted umptygazillion "I'm so distressed about all this water" entries in a row. Bleah. No such luck.

Okay, it's not quite that bad, but it's similar enough. Enough that hearing the tone of the splash change kept me from falling asleep (I got up and found that one large drip had shifted position so it was no longer over the bucket that had been under it before, so it was time to don the sabots again), and there are two four-gallon buckets that need dumping more often than once per hour (one of which overflowed while I was downstairs grabbing a meal --whoops). Er ... I'm probably not going to be much good for anything tomorrow after staying up all night fussing with this (and **grumble** getting my head dripped on when I reach for buckets in the middle of the cluster *pout*).

I've figured out a way, I think, to secure the big blue tarp to the roof, but since the last time I was on the roof (before I figured it out) so far I haven't had a day when I've simultaneously felt well enough/strong enough to climb up there safely and not had something similarly urgent that I needed to save my spoons for that day or the next.

On the plus side, I've got a bunch of estimates, and I just need to wait for my mother (who owns the house) to pick a roofer -- or to kick the decision back to me, which she might do since she's extra-busy herself lately -- and sort out the money part and wait for my turn in whichever roofer's schedule to get the work done. There's progress; there's a light at the end of the tunnel ...

... It's just that in the middle of a night like this, emptying buckets and worrying about where the water is shifting to and getting my head dripped on -- and listening to all that splashing when I'm not doing those other things (and staying awake to be ready to empty buckets when I'm dizzytired and really want to crash (*whine*)) -- it's just a wee bit difficult to focus on the optimistic aspects that will seem so much more apparent after this storm system finishes passing by and I've slept for real.

Having spent most of the day leading up to the Indoor Precipitation Event attempting to shrug off a migraine isn't helping my mood much.

*sigh* "This too shall pass."

P.S.: If any of you are turned on by the mental image of me stomping around naked except for a pair of wooden shoes, you're welcome (and maybe a bit strange ... but feel free to let me know anyhow, as my ego could use any help right now). To the rest (most) of you, I offer an almost-sincere apology for the mental image. (Special offer: 15% off of the regular price of an almost-sincere apology.)

*clomp* *clomp* *clomp*

[P.P.S: Why, when I post an entry with the "don't auto-format" flag enabled, that starts out, "<p>P.S.: [...]", do I get an error message saying "Ignoring unknown header" and the first line gets eaten? Is the LJ server software unable to figure out that something that starts with an HTML tag is probably content, not header -- or is it my client (clive) that's being stupid? (Sorry. Cranky this morning.)]

P.S.: If any of you are turned on by the mental image of me stomping around naked except for a pair of wooden shoes, you're welcome (and maybe a bit strange ... but feel free to let me know anyhow, as my ego could use any help right now). To the rest (most) of you, I offer an almost-sincere apology for the mental image. (Special offer: 15% off of the regular price of an almost-sincere apology.)

*clomp* *clomp* *clomp*

[P.P.S: Why, when I post an entry with the "don't auto-format" flag enabled, that starts out, "<p>P.S.: [...]", do I get an error message saying "Ignoring unknown header" and the first line gets eaten? Is the LJ server software unable to figure out that something that starts with an HTML tag is probably content, not header -- or is it my client (clive) that's being stupid? (Sorry. Cranky this morning.)]

"A time is marked not so much by ideas that are argued about as by ideas that are taken for granted. The character of an era hangs upon what needs no defense." -- Jonathan Lethem, "The ecstasy of influence: A plagiarism", Harper's Magazine, February 2007

"A time is marked not so much by ideas that are argued about as by ideas that are taken for granted. The character of an era hangs upon what needs no defense." -- Jonathan Lethem, "The ecstasy of influence: A plagiarism", Harper's Magazine, February 2007