Part of the reason for my being a little quiet here; we got nailed by severe thunderstorm winds a bit more than a week ago. Like really severe; at first we were wondering if it was a tornado that hit.
I was inside the Little House with Smidgen, watching it come; no warnings severe enough to send us down into the cellar. It was really, really, impressive. Saw some big trees bending- double. Then they broke.
We've been spending a lot of time cleaning up; all the paths and roads in the woods have major trees down on them. And it keeps raining too, have you noticed?
One of the major hits- a couple of big oak branches came down right on top of the THWASPCO (That's "Three Hole Wind And Sun Powered Composting Outhouse" for any uninitiated.) That's Smidgen, walking down into the tangle right after the storm, investigating the damage with me.
It got clobbered. There was a big (5" thick) oak branch poking right through the roof; and even a 2 foot long section of 4" thick branch right inside on the floor- after having made its own hole in the roof on the way in. There are these hazards to living right in the woods. We knew it. In 30+ years, though, this is the first time we've had a building damaged by trees.
A new roof for the outhouse was not on the list of chores we'd been looking at; and also not in the budget.
But it's on the "urgent" chores list now, and budget too, whether there's money or not ("not" would be a good bet.)
Why the Universe feels it has to constantly be testing our resilience, I do not know. But it sometimes seems to be the Universe's favorite pastime.
Before the storm, we were wealthy. We had a permanent place for our poo. No worries; it goes there, rain or shine or snow, and it works.
Then, suddenly we were without a pot.
Well, without a roof for our pot, anyway. The basic structure was not damaged; we'll need new translucent fiberglas roofing (which, at 30 years, actually needed replacing anyway) and I think a purlin or two got cracked, but that's all.
With all the "spring rush" going on- wet soils like everywhere else slowing it all down- I'm guessing we'll be looking like a blue-tarp refugee camp for a while; maybe until autumn. We'll have to scare up a few dollars- and harder, a few days worth of time to get it done.
I mean, really, Universe. Was that necessary?
sigh.
sorry to hear about your poo-problem. At least it's not a plumbing problem!! Hope you can get it repaired quickly and not-too-expensively.
ReplyDeleteThat ole universe is mean! Maybe she got mad at us for belching carbon d all over her.
ReplyDeleteI'll cross my fingers for you to get an unexpected happy windfall to fix the roof of the most important part of your establishment :)
viv in nz
Well, poop.
ReplyDeleteI cleared the branches and nailed a tarp over it on Friday. Pretty much keeps new rain out, anyhow- will hold for a couple of months. We did need to replace the roof anyhow.
ReplyDeleteDad, I think you may be forgetting the huge branch that fell on the shed- didn't cause too much damage though. I get the feeling another tree fell on that same corner of the shed, too? Then of course there was the poplar that fell on the root cellar, but that hardly counts.