Drips

I am grateful to have had a few days. I loved that the rain confined me to the house. I rearranged furniture (a habit I hope I can continue for a very long time to come). There isn’t a lot of natural light downstairs, so I made the room with the best light into more of a sitting room to enjoy the light that finds its way into the house. 

I also found a drip. 

I’m pretty sure the beginnings of this drip started before I bought the place. When it rained before, I’d hear a plop, plop, plop that I couldn’t locate. Saturday, when I went in the closet to pull out clothes, a drip hit me on the head. When I poked around, the popcorn ceiling broke away to reveal a hole. How disappointing.

As you can see from the container I put out to catch all the water, it wasn’t a gusher (thank goodness!). I must have gotten the most of it when it hit my head. Still, it will have to be fixed. Another first.