Saturday, January 05, 2008

Nature v. Home Owner

Yesterday I had a lovely rainy day outing with Carla. We went and saw Juno. I give it two thumbs ups. I really enjoyed it except for the woman/parrot next to me who kept repeating any and many of the funny lines in the movie. When I arrived home I opened the door to find two small spots on the carpet and thought to myself who pissed now (see previous post). But then I looked up and the roof was leaking. Great. I grabbed a couple of bowls and started making some calls. The roof is maybe 4 years old and the roofer is awol. All numbers lead to the wrong the person. Great. I worry about the roof caving in and what the leak is doing to the wood ceiling. Great. The solution is to put out some bigger bowls, turn on TV and pick up my knitting. There is really nothing else I can do until morning when I can get on the roof.

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Then...oh about midnight... I hear the sound of rocks hitting the deck (uh-oh) and then a big CRASH! The root ball of dead ivy that has been clinging to the hillside for decades came crashing down and landed on the fence and mostly in my neighbor's yard.

Aside: I grew up in the Valley and ivy is a fact of life. It surrounds you. It's in your front yard and the back yard and it's impossible to kill although it will kill your trees. Just squeezes the life out of them like a big old boa constrictor. But I have never seen ivy just up and die. Well with last year's drought our ivy on the hillside died. I had hopes it was dormant because in my experience you can't kill ivy. I was wrong.

Aside to the aside: Are we allowed to say "drought"? It seems to me that drought is a politically incorrect word. I grew up during a drought. We had water rationing. Turn off the water when you are brushing your teeth. Let the lawn die. If it's yellow let it mellow. If it's brown flush it down. Put a brick in the toilet tank. Short showers. Everyone did it. We even had a gas shortage. There were lines at the gas stations and you could only get gas on even or odd days depending on I think it was your license plate. It is vague as I was young. It was inconvenient but we did it. What the hell is going on these days people? An inconvenient truth...I really get it now as I ponder why we can't call a drought a drought. Who is it that keeps us in this comfortable state of denial? The government? The media? The corporations? Ourselves? Argh! This is all spurred on by the fact that the ivy is dead and has crashed into my back yard.

Back to our regularly scheduled program.

Morning dawns. No rain. That's good. Now I can assess the damage.

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There used to be a mass of dead ivy, like the left side of the photo, on the right side.

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It hit the fence

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and fell into the neighbor's yard and smashed her chair flat.

But First the roof. Remember I bought a new, bigger, blue tarp in order to not have a security breech on my bed. The former tarp/bedspread that smelled like pee now has a new job. I grab the ladder and head up onto the roof. Those Trader Joe shopping bags are also good for hauling bricks up onto the roof to hold down the tarp.

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The ladder was a little scary but the new deck looks great.

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Here is the aerial view of the mess.

After I took care of the roof, my neighbor Mary and I played pioneer women and start hacking away at the mess.

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Here is Mary's pile. We took care of her yard first as it had the biggest mess.


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Here is my pile. I went up on the hillside and pulled down another precarious root ball. I figured controlled elimination was better then waiting for it to crash into the back yard. Who knows if the other side will hold. Got my workout and a mud bath to boot!

Some sunshine in the rain.
Here is my finished Tudora scarf.
I finished it last night in my disgust and worry about the leaky roof.
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Then I started these Fetching - fingerless gloves.
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I was going to do them in the same tweed as the Tudora but that tweed is scratchy as hell. I am using cashmerino aran. I picked up some 10 balls at the Black Knittery sellout. Lucky me. This is the bright spot in my stormy weekend.

8 comments:

WineGrrl said...

Ouch. At least no one was injured....

sappmama said...

I'll say!

I need bigger photos! What are you going to do about this? I want to see the details but when I click on stuff everything the same size in Photobucket. You know how old my eyes are! And this stuff is interesting. I want to see that chair up close and personal. Maybe I'll just come over. Save it for me.

You know, it's like how we can't call Darfur genocide, because then, according to the rules of the Geneva Convention, we'd have to act to stop it. We don't want to do that. We want to keep sucking up resources and letting our brethren die while we take luxurious showers and drive around in our gas guzzlers.

I'm loving those gloves, by the way.

sappmama said...

That's "everything IS the same size" blah blah blah.

Lori said...

wow, woman, what a wild weekend you've had! And kudos for having the guts to brave that ladder! The gloves do look great...terrific color. Gotta love that Black Sheep sale--I keep "finding" more bags of stuff that I bought there, shoved to the back of the closet so Tristan wouldn't see it and then promptly forgot about it. Only problem is I seem to have purchased everything that has now been discontinued so let's hope I bought enough for whatever I finally decide to make out of it!

Ellen Bloom said...

Yikes! You are a pioneer woman!

We had a roof leak too...in the living room. HOWEVER, our house is over 80 years old, not "new" like yours! Larry climbed up on the roof once the rain stopped and tried to fix a few cracks temporarily. TIme for a new roof. Ugh!

woolanthropy said...

it's always something...new roof, new plumbing, a little mudslide. But in the words of Carla it could always be worse.

Anonymous said...

I just found your blog by way of Sappmama. I am laughing so hard about the ivy tumbling down the hillside. After you described all the characteristics of the ivy (yours is a different type to mine btw), I just imagined that the ivy had decided it was time to move house and 'tried' to move in closer to humans where it could become parasitic. Just watch out in the spring for baby ivies on your deck.

woolanthropy said...

oh no invading baby ivies! I will keep you all posted.