Since my last blog post, my brain has been nagging me not to forget to post more regularly, so today I decided it would be a good time to catch you up with the goings-on. With a glass of water on hand (I’m trying to drink eight glasses every day, because what else can you do when you seem to have all the time in the world and are conveniently situated near a bathroom at all times?), I retreated to my room and turned on some music. As I settled into my chair and poised my fingers over the keyboard, a loud, “Woah!” came from the living room. Daddy had seen something on the deck.
Last night the wind blew and rain pelted the house with the ferociousness of a toddler throwing a temper tantrum (I cannot think of a better metaphor). The majority of our days spent here have been gloomy and wet. Though I deem myself a rain person, the nonstop raining and lack of breaks with over a minute of sunlight have been pretty trying to my allegiance. Since putting up most of the patio-covering, I have constantly been worried that the strong winds might blow the whole roof off— or even worse— the whole structure. I can confidently say that I lost at least two hours of sleep last night listening to and for the unmistakable sound of creaking metal, willing the covering to stay intact at least for the night. And it did!
But that “fateful” moment as I readied myself to type my heart out, one of the four columns holding up the patio was blown off of the structure, leaving it very unstable. There was no holding back on the wind’s side. Jared came out of his room, I came out of my room, and we all yelled a pretty slo-mo “NOOOO!!!” as we saw another leg detach. We all ran to get our shoes and put them on. My dad slid open the door and rushed out to put one of the columns back on. I think it was hailing. Either that or the rain was coming down so hard it felt as though it were hailing. But I only noticed how cold I was until after we had secured the legs back on. Once we put those on, the roofing started wrenching itself from the screws that used to hold it in. (It is kind of funny to think about this now; how panicked we were and how funny it would have looked to an onlooker.) Like a wave, each piece of roofing started slowly moving upwards. The wind was only getting stronger. We all panicked and screamed and waved our arms around, strangling to get the drill and the ladder. I will spare any further details, but in the end, we managed to attach the legs to the decking and secure the roofing with multiple screws. It is far from pretty, but after that daymare, I am just grateful knowing that the patio-cover is secure.
Honestly, I do not remember what I was planning to blog about before this happened. The post would have been pretty bland. Something like: "Oh, the weather has been quite cold and rainy. Hairy keeps nudging his muddy snout into my knees when I come to feed him as if it will somehow accelerate my movements to getting his food into the trough... The kids are really cute, omg..."
Love,
Lauren