into every life, a little ceiling must fall
i asked g if he heard it.
he went into the kitchen to check.
“no, i think it’s the living room,” i said.
next thing i know, he’s hollering for me. the drip drip drip drip is indeed in the living room. directly onto his (thankfully closed) computer. he was leaning over the ‘puter to shield it. i unplugged everything. grabbed the ‘puter. then the monitor. and the lamp and the printer.
snagged the crab pot from where it had been sitting next to the fireplace. put on the desk under the leak. climbed up with a razor to slice through the smallish piece of drywall that was visibly wet. didn’t count on opening up the fos de iguaçu. really didn’t count on rotten floorboards/ceiling struts tumbling down onto my noggin.
but both did.
*sigh* and g? he realized the entire book he’s been working on (publisher deadline: later this month) is on his ‘puter, with no backup. i think that’ll change tomorrow.
you’ll need a chainsaw to cut through the anxiety in this household tonight.
September 17th, 2007 at 10:34 pm
Arg. What a mess. I’m glad the ‘puter was rescued before it drowned. I hope the book gets safely backed up.
September 17th, 2007 at 11:26 pm
Oh mah goodness. Good to hear the three of you are all right (J, G and the book — and yeah, I had three copies of my book, including one on gmail, as I was heading toward the end, particularly given my tendencies to leave the computer perched on the arm of a sofa in plain view of both child and cat, shudder).
February 4th, 2008 at 10:30 pm
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