Life is great, hubby’s home, the pups are all well, business is good and we now have a boat. What’s not to rejoice about? But, and there always seems to be a dreaded but, the shop is once again leaking like a weakened bladder and my spirits are draining along with the water dripping down the walls in my classroom and stairway. My mood plummets every time I look at the pockets of water bulging the paint. I want to rush home and stick my head in the snow so I don't have to see the destruction. I want to cry watching it spread across the ceiling and hear the dreaded drips, no wonder that’s been used as a form of torture for centuries; it really brings on a world of agony. My poor beautiful shop.......
I came into work today with a big ole smile thinking about the new Pattern of the Month project I plan to launch and now it’s a big ole frown. I’m trying to boost my mental morale by saying things like, “It could be worse, the roof could cave in,” but even that silver lining doesn’t erase the gloom I feel for all the work ahead. The roof tiles have damage from all the chipping with ice picks, the rain gutters are now toast from all the pounding, the gyprock needs removing and the insulation replaced with dry, mudding, sanding, mess, mess, and more mess. I’m in a funk and it ain’t uptown, and if you don’t believe me just watch! Thanks Bruno Mars!
I keep thinking others have it worse but that doesn’t take away from my own woe and that is the only one I can feel as it continues to drip and spread and create more damage. There’s more snow coming this week, oh bloody joy. Last year when a storm hit it was a high five experience, yippee, day off! Now I sit at home belly aching over what might be happening to the ceilings and walls in the shop! Shane went home to get his big boots to go up and chip away the ice once again. I hate him being up there, what if he fell!!!
My poor hubby is home digging through four feet of frozen snow to get to the remaining woodpile that’s been buried for months. I’m not fit enough to do that kind of heavy work. They’d find me in the snowbank after the thaw. I stopped burning wood a month ago and leaving the electric heat on is more expensive. The fact that we already paid for the wood and now have more heating charges on top of that is wasteful. Every dollar depleted is now begrudged, that's taking away from dollars that could be spent on our boat, the new focus in our personal lives.
The snow is as hard as month old biscotti. First you have to drive a steel rod in to break up the latest outer crust and penetrate down to the previous frozen parts before the shovel will carry the softer underbelly away. The plough guy told us three of his trucks are down from all the heavy loads they've pushed around. This winter is not for the weak. It's hard labour! I think it’s time to put the house on the market and rent an apartment or condo, no woes, no cares, no grass to mow or snow to haul. No long driveways to maneuver and continually salt and sand. No wood stove, no wood to pile or fetch and no wind to pound you into yesterday. We live along the water and the frigid north wind uses us as whipping posts. We need one hand for the coat collar and one for the hat or be stripped naked on the short walk from the car to the house.
I’m from Nova Scotia so you’d think I’d be immune to the weather by now. There are jokes how our province can have four seasons in one day and I’ve experienced it, even brag about it! I can go so far as to say that winter is beautiful because I’m a tough Canadian, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? This year has certainly been a trial. If not for the leaks, the insurance claims and the renovations ahead I’d be like everyone else, a bit tired of it all and patiently waiting spring.
I came into work today with a big ole smile thinking about the new Pattern of the Month project I plan to launch and now it’s a big ole frown. I’m trying to boost my mental morale by saying things like, “It could be worse, the roof could cave in,” but even that silver lining doesn’t erase the gloom I feel for all the work ahead. The roof tiles have damage from all the chipping with ice picks, the rain gutters are now toast from all the pounding, the gyprock needs removing and the insulation replaced with dry, mudding, sanding, mess, mess, and more mess. I’m in a funk and it ain’t uptown, and if you don’t believe me just watch! Thanks Bruno Mars!
I keep thinking others have it worse but that doesn’t take away from my own woe and that is the only one I can feel as it continues to drip and spread and create more damage. There’s more snow coming this week, oh bloody joy. Last year when a storm hit it was a high five experience, yippee, day off! Now I sit at home belly aching over what might be happening to the ceilings and walls in the shop! Shane went home to get his big boots to go up and chip away the ice once again. I hate him being up there, what if he fell!!!
My poor hubby is home digging through four feet of frozen snow to get to the remaining woodpile that’s been buried for months. I’m not fit enough to do that kind of heavy work. They’d find me in the snowbank after the thaw. I stopped burning wood a month ago and leaving the electric heat on is more expensive. The fact that we already paid for the wood and now have more heating charges on top of that is wasteful. Every dollar depleted is now begrudged, that's taking away from dollars that could be spent on our boat, the new focus in our personal lives.
The snow is as hard as month old biscotti. First you have to drive a steel rod in to break up the latest outer crust and penetrate down to the previous frozen parts before the shovel will carry the softer underbelly away. The plough guy told us three of his trucks are down from all the heavy loads they've pushed around. This winter is not for the weak. It's hard labour! I think it’s time to put the house on the market and rent an apartment or condo, no woes, no cares, no grass to mow or snow to haul. No long driveways to maneuver and continually salt and sand. No wood stove, no wood to pile or fetch and no wind to pound you into yesterday. We live along the water and the frigid north wind uses us as whipping posts. We need one hand for the coat collar and one for the hat or be stripped naked on the short walk from the car to the house.
I’m from Nova Scotia so you’d think I’d be immune to the weather by now. There are jokes how our province can have four seasons in one day and I’ve experienced it, even brag about it! I can go so far as to say that winter is beautiful because I’m a tough Canadian, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? This year has certainly been a trial. If not for the leaks, the insurance claims and the renovations ahead I’d be like everyone else, a bit tired of it all and patiently waiting spring.
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