Thursday, June 19, 2014
Well, just disregard that stuff about moving. We looked at the lengths we'd have to go to to get the tiny house paid off (like gutting my 401K!!), and the possible adverse effect that would have on our assets in general...and decided we'll try for a home equity loan instead. This will be a longish process, as we first have to get some estimates for the work that must be done, and some for the work that we'd like to get done, and figure out if we can do more than the absolutely necessary. And as we were discussing this last week, we had another problem arise. I was sound asleep, 10:30 p.m. Friday, when something struck me on my head. I woke up screaming and flailing, thinking I was being attacked, until I finally got the lamp on. The ceiling had fallen on me! Disco & the Plaidman ran into the bedroom as I was looking up at the very large hole in the ceiling. It had rained about two days before, and apparenly the flashing on the front edge of the roof came down, allowing water to accumulate overhead. The top of the bed was wet & covered in plaster. We scrambled around to get some plastic draped over all, and put some pans under to catch the water still falling. Of course, The Plaidman & I had to go to a motel for the rest of the night. Fortunatley, the eggcarton mattress pad kept the mattress itself dry. It's taken him a couple of days to figure it out, but Plaidman has put a tarp over the roof where the flashing's gone, and even applied some tarp to our ceiling, until we can get a repairman out. Last night I got to sleep in my own bed again; Disco was thrilled, since I've been bunking in her bed while she slept on the floor. Her cat was totally confused, "Why is MyMom on the floor? Why is OtherMom in the bed?". And oh by the way, I was unharmed, which is the reason The Plaidman is alive today.