more sky than I want
There are quite a few hail storms in Timberon. One took out the bathroom roof vent. I looked up and saw way more sky than I wanted to see through a closed lid. So for awhile it was shoveling up hail from the floor before it melted. What a mess, and pieces of plastic all around. Guano.
After the hail changed to rain, I put on a duster and Filson, brought out my ladder and climbed up to the roof where I found the next problem. The roof was covered in hail, ½” ice marbles. Back down for a straw broom. Then I just had to cope with a domed, wet, rubber roof. No problem. Covered the 14” hole with a rubber doormat, tarp and rocks.
The next day I went back up on the roof. The TV antenna also had some holes in it. I didn’t realize the Nash was coming with one or I would have told the dealer to not put one up there. I don’t live with a TV. So I finally took it down and patched the hole. The propane tanks cover also had a hail hole in it. Not a happy couple of days.
I can tell you a drawback of having an aluminum-body truckor I could just point to the hood.
The chicks continue to grow.
One day I caught a movement on the ground outside the Nash. It was a tiny mouse; still had her eyes closed. I picked it up with my work gloves and moved it to a secure spot. But she probably still needed her mum. Bummer. I really need to get back to carrying my camera.
Came across a senior joke. “I used to be able to pull an all-nighter, but now, I can barely pull an all-dayer.”
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.
July sixty minutes sixty years 3300 minutes
July Triple 18upper: 2425; core: 2405; legs: 6830
read a good poem, see a fine picture,
and, if possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, writer
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