So a winter storm blows thru last night, in Sept!, and I wake up to a stream of water cascading down the inside of my bay window and the dogs huddled up in the high corner of the flooded patio. Rain gutters are plugged with leaves, wind turbines uncovered. After a groggy assessment of priorities, it's me perched on a ladder with the caulking gun squirting goo into the seam of the stucco and the trim under the roof, in the pouring rain, up on the roof covering the turbines and then dissassembling the gutters and reaming them out. Lucy and Karly are following me around in the rain wondering what the #$%!? Coffee!
We are, as I have said, one equation short. – Keynes