Like every good state employee, I should have slept in today. However, I was awakened at 6:30am to handle a crisis in my own home.
To see the full hilarity of this event, I need to take you back one year. About one year ago I was sitting in my living room and noticed a brownish spot on the ceiling. It was almost the same color as the walls at the time and I thought it was paint that I had never noticed before. I’m very observant, so it really bothered me that I hadn’t seen this before. Then one day I noticed a bigger spot with a darker outline around it and while positioning some pictures on the mantel I noticed that the wall had a crack in it. Just a surface crack like the paint was peeling off. Then I looked up. Straight up from the spot where the paint was peeling, there was a spot on the ceiling. A water leak?
I alerted Chief and the next time it rained we watched the spot and sure enough it was darker in color and wet to the touch. I said we need to do something about this. Chief promised to look at it and said he could probably fix it himself. About 6 months ago I called a roofer to come look at it and he said he could fix it for $1500. Well no way was Chief going to pay $1500 when he could “fix it himself.” On Chief’s behalf he did try to fix it twice and it didn’t work.
Over the last month it got really bad and one day I came home to a hole cut in the ceiling and wall. Chief said I had to see what was going on back there. So for the past two weeks there has been a gaping hole. My mouth has stayed shut. Two days ago Chief found a crack in the flashing and resealed it, knowing that this was it. Tropical Storm Ida was in the forecast so we knew his work would be put to the test, which brings us to today.
Tropical storm Ida rolled in yesterday and Chief said I think it’s fixed. When I got home from work there was a towel stuffed in the hole that appeared to be wet, but I didn’t say anything. We went to bed and several times the heavy rain woke me up. I didn’t even think about the gaping hole. I was enjoying my sleep while Chief got ready for work. He kissed me goodbye and I heard him go into the kitchen. I think I dozed back off and then I heard him coming down the hall with heavy footsteps. He rushed in the bedroom and he had that tone in his voice that I have only ever heard once before when we had an unfortunate accident with our old dog. Millions of things are racing through my head. First I looked to my left to see that the dog was still sleeping. Then I thought somebody must have stolen his truck. Chief said “there’s a small disaster in the living room, I’m sorry, but I’m late for work, I’ve got to go, somebody will be here tomorrow to fix this.”
As I came around the corner, I saw water all over the living room floor. Aroused from my peaceful slumber I was scrambling to find every dry towel in the house. Chief started to go out the door and cursed at himself and then looked at me and we both just burst into laughter.
The moral of this story is that anger and harsh words would not have fixed this situation. Laughter was the best way to handle it. My dear husband even stopped to say “you probably want to take some pictures of this” and I said “yes this will make a good blog.”
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