Madam,
Boy, were you wrong. Very, not kidding wrong. Let’s look at today’s prognostication:
Sure, I knew it was going to be cold today. I’d started working on replacing the Door To Nowhere™ with a solid, insulated wall. The job yesterday started slowly…
I stripped the panelling and pulled out the insulation to bear witness to the horrors that lie underneath. Essentially, the kooks who put that room together couldn’t afford a whole lot of boards over eight feet long.
No big deal, they just hold up the roof. Then there’s this box that had no purpose that I could discern.
What’s it for? Ah, it’s used in lieu of a post to hold up those short boards above it. Very clever.
So things were going okay. The outside bits of panelling came off to reveal more hijinks, so I knocked off for the night. Lola seemed pleased with the quiet…
So I took the rest of the day off to let my back heal. Sunday should be just fine, I’ve been assured of the by the illustrious, fabled, and nearly perfect Idyllwild Weather Clam I thought. This is what I get for thinking.
It was damp overnight, but nothing to worry about. Foggy and cold I can deal with, so I did. The crazy wall came out leaving a giant hole in the house…
Then the hail came. A big sack of not good. This is gonna put a crimp in my plans.
– bob