I pay rent,
On a run-down place,
Not much view,
But there’s lot’s of space,
In my heart,
The heart that you own. – Dwight Yokum
*****
I’m finally getting a new roof.
Big deal you say? Well, my roof has been leaking for over five years. (No joke.) I told Slumlord about it way back when it first started but apparently that news went in one ear and out the other.
I’ve told him a dozen times since then, but nothing has ever been done about it.
I patched it twice myself but the roof was so shot that any repair short of total replacement was an exercise in futility. It only stopped the current leak. Within a few months it would start leaking again in another spot.
The only damage so far has been to Slumlord’s property in the form of water spots on the ceiling. Only during really heavy downpours would it actually start leaking in. Not the most pleasant experience. However, all the uninvited guests have been relatively well behaved and polite enough to miss any of my property.
I have a bucket that permanently sits in one corner of the bedroom to catch the worst leak. It’s been there so long I’ve come to regard it as part of the decor.
The leak in the kitchen is right over the sink so it’s what you might call slightly inconvenient. The only damage has been to Slumlord’s cabinetry. (I tried to tell him.)
So why don’t I just move? Good question. I’ll save that post for another day.
Mark
