I’ll huff and puff and blow your house down!

Tuesday night brought in some rather cold and windy weather. I was on the phone with my sister after work, and within an hour and a half, the temperature had dropped about 22 degrees. Brrr!!. But the wind. The wind was pretty bad. Any time the wind kicks up as it did, I automatically get a bit antsy, knowing that something on my house is soon to depart. It’s almost always a piece of skirting or two. Tuesday night was no exception. I went outside at 5 AM to see exactly what was missing, and if I could keep anything else from flying down the street.

I had lost 3 pieces in a row, but was able to recover 2 of them right away. Now, I have a nice gaping hole on the west side of the house:

I will have someone come out in the next day or so, to fix the hole and tighten up anything that is loose. It’s not only too cold to deal with, but the way skirting is suppose to lock in place (but doesn’t) usually frustrates me. Better to have someone who’s more inclined to that sort of thing take care of it.

And, as I sit here typing away at the keyboard listening to the furnace kick on for the umpteenth time since I came home, I remember to be thankful for the roof over my head and a furnace that still works.

There’s always a silver lining in the cloud. But you knew that, right?