catastrophe

Did you know that when it rains a lot, the rain that falls on your leaky roof goes in all sorts of other places? LIke the bathroom ceiling? Did you know that when it rains a lot, and drips are coming through the bathroom ceiling, that said ceiling is actually being eaten away by the rain? I did, but what could we do? It was raining--no one would come out to look at the roof in the rain. We knew it leaked, and we'd even been patching (that would be the royal, or at least marital, "we"--Mark does all the roof work here). So, anyway, yes, the ceiling caved in yesterday morning and a big chunk of it fell down while Mark was brushing his teeth. We (and this is a real we) got it cleaned up, and stared up into the hole with wonder for a while, and then called the roofer who was supposed to give us an estimate two weeks ago. "We haven't worked since Thursday," the voice on the other end of the line told me. "It's killing us." Me, too, I wanted to say. But didn't, because I want her to like me and to send her guy out to look at my roof. So anyway there's a hole in the roof. And bits of sodden drywall and plaster--enough to fill four or five grocery bags--are in the supercan now and ready to be hauled away. And I'm just hoping the ceiling in Nick's room doesn't fall down too--it's looking suspiciously sodden, and it could go any minute. Pray for sun.