Forget about finding Nemo.
Nemo found us … and has figured out a way to stay awhile.
Oh it’s not what you think. We handled the snow rather well, as this photo shows.
After fueling up with a hearty breakfast early this morning, we suited up, grabbed shovels and hit the driveway. Even Catherine participated — itself a winter miracle.
Ninety minutes later, I was smugly posting a Facebook photo of our neatly cleared yard, heading for a hot shower and the promise of a day of loafing.
I figured the most frustrating part of our day — helping Catherine get her ski jacket off, pullover-style, when the zipper got stuck — was behind us.
But as I type this, the steady, Chinese-water-torture drip, drip, drip of water leaking through a light fixture in our kitchen has my teeth on edge.
Snow and ice must have gotten under the eaves, and once the temperature started to rise, began to thaw.
It seems there isn’t a whole lot we can do about it at the moment, what with the entire state’s road system still shut down and businesses closed.
Aside from declaring the kitchen lights off-limits and setting out a bucket, we are stumped about what measures to take. However, we figured less snow on the roof where the leak is would mean less dripping.
Sadly I do not have a photo of me sitting on Catherine’s desk (YES! Her desk got cleaned off!!!) and hanging out her bedroom window, plastic shovel in hand, pushing snow down the roof to Basil who was pulling it off with the huge rake he uses to level and seed the lawn.
But I’ll bet if you close your eyes and listen carefully, you can STILL hear me swearing.