Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Rain, Rain, Go Away...

Debby can leave any time now.  At first I was pretty relaxed about the rain, winds, and so forth.  In fact, overall I'm a fan of wild weather which is probably a good thing considering I live in Florida and made it through the 2004 hurricane season where my area of the state was pummeled by three (count 'em, three -- Charley, Frances, and Jeanne) hurricanes within 6 weeks.

I also literally rode out Opal in 1995 up in Alabama in one of the city's patrol cars (back in my reserve police days), and the next morning I got the call from our Lt. after about 4 hours sleep to come in for damage surveying.  It was a long 36+ hours.  But I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

All that said, I never personally suffered major damage from any of these storms.  Sure, a cracked window there, a roof vent flying off here... but nothing major.

And still, thus far it's nothing major, but I draw the line at freaking water spots on my bedroom ceiling.

This storm has gone on about a day too long.  Or two.  I don't know.  What I do know is that I covered my bed (new mattress *headdesk*) and the floor in plastic before leaving for work today, and I'm praying the leaks don't spread.  I don't have much hope on that end, though, because there were only two spots when I went to bed last night and by the time I woke up there was a third.

Murphy clearly isn't listening.


Speaking of Murphy, the new trainer seems decent.  She's not my original trainer, but we got along fine, she was able to push me, and she's not scary-uber-cutesie even though she's all of five-foot nothing.  Bless her.  Our plan is to see out this week with the training schedule, and then look at what the switchover to L.A. Fitness brings.  They'll either refund my money for my training sessions, or let me continue with her (assuming they keep her on).

So it's still frustrating, but at least we have a workable solution for the moment.  Sadly, that "moment" ends July 1st.

Oh well, onward and upward!


Angela Pea said...

Oh baby...rain spots inside are the pits. The worst part is climbing up into the attic, wading through insulation and balancing on rafters whilst following the water trail from the spot to the actual point of entry. Grrr!!

I hope the rain lets up soon, and that you don't come home today and find a bed full of drywall (wetwall?).

And YEAH!!! for the trainer!!

Furry Bottoms said...

Oh! So you're down in that area, oh no. I hope your ceiling stays put at least. Covering with plastic was a very good idea. They should have spacebags for mattresses, in case all hell does break loose... at least you'd not have to buy a new mattress because it was safe in the space bag. Hmm.

Amanda said...

Yeah, I'm planning on Choreboy wrestling the attic part. I'm going to head home quickly in case he's off work early so I can be there because it just gets so dreadfully hot up there, and I worry about him.

As for the mattress, fortunately I at least have a waterproof cover on the top (night sweats are such a delight!) so the plastic coverings are to add a layer of extra protection and hopefully protect my bedding so I can sleep tonight without having to wash every danged thing.

tz said...

send the rain our way, we have like 5 or 6 wold fires pretty much devastating the mountain forests! As a matter of fact the camp the boys were going to has cancelled for the rest of the summer and the fire fighters are using the lake at the camp to pump water on to the fire...even the Air Force Academy has been evacuated except for necessary's bad. So yes...send the rain our way!

Choreboy said...

Angela- you're spot on in the description of trekking through the attic. Fortunately it was the AC drain line that was stopped up- a fairly easy fix. Now Amanda wants "us" (read: Choreboy) to de-popcorn the ceiling and paint it. Oh joy!