The sky is falling or so I thought
“He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.”
~ Clarence Budington Kelland
I know what you’re thinking … that doesn’t look good.
The ceiling in my son’s closet had the telltale signs of a roof leak when we moved in. But the roof was new and we felt assured the problem was addressed. Except lately I swear it’s been getting worse. Never wet, just troublesome. Like at any moment the sky would start to fall. Truthfully, I figured there was a large bee nest up in the attic and that was honey dripping down into the ceiling.
I finally convinced Farmguy to climb high and conquer. Into the unknown went he one recent Saturday morning. There’s a tiny attic hidey-hole in my son’s closet, too. You wouldn’t believe the amount of dusty insulation that fell on the poor man’s head when he gently pushed up into the attic. As it turned out …
There was nothing there. Not even a honeybee hive or bird nest. It was completely dry. The results only confirmed what he already thought he knew: the ceiling was not getting worse. But I swear … oh well. It’s dry. There are no insects, creatures or critters in the attic. The roof doesn’t leak. And now the youngest among us dreams of building a secret hiding place up there, to which I said emphatically … NO.