I awoke this morning to the quiet sound of rain.
It has been the best of ALL possible weekends…
an actual weekend!
Rain cancelled soccer yesterday…
One game… which was two hours each way…the others local…all cancelled!
I painted yesterday for 14 straight hours,
The kids lay around, read, puttered,played games…
we talked about the Hunger Games (amazing)
which we saw Friday Night.
Damon took the kids to run the errands
that make me so insane…new sneakers, Best Buy, lacrosse heads fixed,
returns…he took all those little errands off my hands
and I painted all day.
…so long so that at 10 pm my daughter said
” MOM! Why are your ankles so swollen?”
Nice. Attractive. The joys of “maturity”.
I finished 3 paintings including another barn.
So this morning, more soothing rain,
…more drip, drip drip…
and into the buckets which have caught the gallons of rain pouring into our
attic and through the ceiling…
… and into those buckets which week after week
and month after month
…and all over the hall
DOWN came a HUGE chunk of CEILING!!
BIG hunks of heavy water soaked horse hair plaster ceiling…
which finally gave way under the weight of the gallons of water
which has poured through as we have waited for a break…
a week where we can squeeze in a new roof…
…and while we were waiting…
the ceiling fell down.
|this is the view coming up the stairs,
just outside the boys room…
It could always have been worse.
The kids could have been hurt.
We could have been hit by ceiling when it fell.
It does answer the question…
“When a ceiling falls and everyone is sleeping, does it make a sound?”
The answer is
AND HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
addendum…few hours later…
The Sky is Falling…the sky is falling!
The Hole is getting bigger!