:wrings out keyboard:
Okay, rain, enough is enough.
The rainiest August on record for Philadelphia.
Irene caused leaks through multiple window frames in our house and where the bay window meets the brick wall, not to mention the previous places in the walls where we needed masonry repair (next to tall window in living room, next to back door, the wall between the windows in the dining room...)
And now the weather forecast is showing nothing, and I mean NOTHING, but constant rain until NEXT WEDNESDAY. That's right, for the next forty ten days, nothing but solid rain.
I should have known to be worried when, at 9 am, weather.com claimed that there was only a 10% chance of rain and it was actually coming down in buckets.
So much for riding my bike to and from work, or just riding for pleasure or to run errands on my day off.
So much for going to the hardware store this morning--or for the next ten days. It's a mile from my house and requires walking there and back because there are no bus or trolley routes that go directly there; somehow, transferring from one route to another to travel one mile seems ridiculous to me, especially when I would probably be standing outside in the rain waiting for my connection for almost as long as it would take me to walk the whole distance in the rain, making taking the bus a moot point as far as avoiding being outside in the rain for an extended period of time.
So much for having Ben work in the garden to uproot the rampant weeds that grew back during the month of August, and which will be even worse by next Wednesday.
And so much for my house not smelling constantly of damp, even when there isn't actually water leaking in through the walls and windows. The wind during Irene was chiefly responsible for the water being DRIVEN through minute gaps between the window flashing and bricks, and between the bay window roof flashing and bricks, but even without that kind of propulsion everything around here just smells damp constantly. I'm worried about the development of mold, to which Rachel and I are particularly susceptible.
:sigh:
At least we can't actually be flooded up where we are, since we're up a pretty steep hill from the river. The water would have to rise at least forty feet to reach our house, and a number of houses would actually be completely under water if that ever happened.
I feel like I just got home (since I did) and now I would love another vacation ASAP.
Preferably someplace extremely DRY.
The rainiest August on record for Philadelphia.
Irene caused leaks through multiple window frames in our house and where the bay window meets the brick wall, not to mention the previous places in the walls where we needed masonry repair (next to tall window in living room, next to back door, the wall between the windows in the dining room...)
And now the weather forecast is showing nothing, and I mean NOTHING, but constant rain until NEXT WEDNESDAY. That's right, for the next forty ten days, nothing but solid rain.
I should have known to be worried when, at 9 am, weather.com claimed that there was only a 10% chance of rain and it was actually coming down in buckets.
So much for riding my bike to and from work, or just riding for pleasure or to run errands on my day off.
So much for going to the hardware store this morning--or for the next ten days. It's a mile from my house and requires walking there and back because there are no bus or trolley routes that go directly there; somehow, transferring from one route to another to travel one mile seems ridiculous to me, especially when I would probably be standing outside in the rain waiting for my connection for almost as long as it would take me to walk the whole distance in the rain, making taking the bus a moot point as far as avoiding being outside in the rain for an extended period of time.
So much for having Ben work in the garden to uproot the rampant weeds that grew back during the month of August, and which will be even worse by next Wednesday.
And so much for my house not smelling constantly of damp, even when there isn't actually water leaking in through the walls and windows. The wind during Irene was chiefly responsible for the water being DRIVEN through minute gaps between the window flashing and bricks, and between the bay window roof flashing and bricks, but even without that kind of propulsion everything around here just smells damp constantly. I'm worried about the development of mold, to which Rachel and I are particularly susceptible.
:sigh:
At least we can't actually be flooded up where we are, since we're up a pretty steep hill from the river. The water would have to rise at least forty feet to reach our house, and a number of houses would actually be completely under water if that ever happened.
I feel like I just got home (since I did) and now I would love another vacation ASAP.
Preferably someplace extremely DRY.