Posted by Rebecca
The weather is weird right now, here in the desert. It’s pouring. Northwest coast kind of pouring. And it’s been like this on and off for over a week.
When you live in a house, and in a part of the world that doesn’t normally get a lot of precipitation, when it does rain it’s fun to wrap yourself up in a blanket, turn up the heat, and watch the raindrops slither down the window pane. It’s typically cozy and lovely.
When you live in a 53-year-old trailer, however, rainy days and nights suck. The sound of it pattering on the roof is great, but the roof’s ability to keep the inside of your home dry is not. My very first all-by-myself project last summer was tarring the seams of my roof. By the end of summer, though, I learned that tar does not last forever. In fact it rarely lasts a whole year.
Some wonderful friends came over last fall and re-tarred my roof because my home was springing leaks all over the place. And now, as I sit here, I have discovered that our snowy winter has so successfully battered the tar that once again I’ve sprung a leak. Right in the middle of the kitchen, through the light fixture.
A year ago this would have frazzled me and led to a sleepless night. Now I’ve mellowed out (a lot) and have done the only reasonable thing – put a huge towel under the drip, gotten ready for bed, and will worry about it in the morning (or maybe even the next morning).