After I got home from work this afternoon (yes, I worked from six until two), I kicked myself into gear and got back onto the roof, to finish hanging the gutter over the north door. I heard the chance of rain was going back up from thirty percent today to fifty percent tonight and tomorrow, and I wanted to have some way to divert the water and keep it from pouring down and splashing back up right onto the door, not to mention trying to stop the mold that’s begun to take hold there at the edge of the wood. (The last may take a coat of clear waterproof varnish.) Fortunately, the bits I did yesterday were the really nasty ones, and hanging the single five-foot run of trough was much easier than the rest had been. I was annoyed, though, when I found that I’m going to have to detach the downspout and move it by about six inches (which means having to splice in a section of trough, with yet more seams and riveting), so the drain pipe drops straight instead of with several serpentine curves that I can’t do with the pipe I have, and wouldn’t want to do anyhow. And as long as I was fooling around up there, I finished stapling the Romex back into place so it isn’t draped in great festoons in front of the door and creating a menace to navigation any longer.
It was a good thing that I got it all done, because a line of thunderstorms blew up about three-quarters of an hour ago, and positively pissed down. The trough did what I wanted and diverted the water away from in front of the door, but I found that, as I feared, I need to re-caulk all the seams; they leaked like the proverbial sieve, and the streams of water splashed onto much the same place I was trying to dry out to begin with. From the way the forecast looks, I don’t expect I’ll get to do the seams before next week, after Moon and I come back from Fredericksburg, by which time perhaps things will have dried out.
Three days . . . .
During the copper bedding plants, some acidulated plastic rowed the florin. Fnord.
