It’s always something in my world these days. Here is a picture of my ceiling. There is no ceiling and crawl space or attic space, just the wood and a bit of insulation between me and the roof. On Sunday morning at about 5:00 I heard a scritching noise. There is no other way to describe it. Loud enough to wake me, but not Sydney apparently, I put some lights on and investigated. It sounds much braver than it really was because I didn’t look too closely until I determined that there wasn’t anything in the house! Through process of elimination I figured it was a bird, bat, or mouse.
Grabbing a flashlight, I tentatively walked towards the fireplace. Shining the light up to the ceiling, I saw that there is a hole where the main beam meets the fireplace wall. Now this beam runs the width of the house and has cables within it that hold everything up. It’s a form of construction with which I was unfamiliar. I still, in spite of many reassurances, do not have a great deal of confidence in its structural integrity. Eventually I will get used to it I suppose. Having a hole where it meets the brick wall does not help. Of course this happened on a Sunday so I called/texted Homer’s this morning early and expect that Jay will arrive to allay my fears and plug it up. Rachel and family arrive at lunchtime today so it would be nice to have it done by then so I don’t have to worry.
Often I wonder if there will come a time when there are not issues that require hiring someone to deal with them. Will I miss the social interaction with the guys from Homer’s? Will I miss being able to complain each week about lights not working, wiring shorting out, not being able to brew coffee and use the microwave, and other quirks of this house? Because there have been so many things to deal with lately I find myself expecting something to go wrong at any moment. I guess that’s what wine is for! Christmas tree lights are lit, outside lights are lit in anticipation of Riley’s arrival, and I am hopeful that today’s critter/hole drama will be the last for the winter. What are the chances? Good I’d like to think! Happy holidays to all my friends. I can hardly believe it’s almost 2016. I expect to keep last year’s resolution of blogging more about life in the mountains. I hope, regardless of what holiday you celebrate, that you have time with friends, family, and pets.