When it Rains it Pours
When it Rains it Pours Hi everyone this is Henry here. I’ve had to step up to the plate, not the first time, I might add. So I’ll be writing the post this week. My Person, OTD (older than dirt), is simply wrung out. We’ve had more than a little drama here. Construction work has been going on in the inside garden, which OTD calls the atrium. This wasn’t a walk in the park for me – I took to the closet where I’ve been spending a lot of time. She on the other hand didn’t have this luxury? And had to keep the wheels turning. The process involved damaging the roof, the repair of which was not considered in the contractor’s bid. They didn’t know it was foam! I think I could even recognize that! Long story short, the contractors from hell failed to properly water proof the roof before the rains came God forbid they arrange a permanent repair. And…... it rained as predicted. But it wasn’t predicted to rain inside the house. I actually experienced empathy (highly unusual...