On Sunday morning we woke up to a blindingly brilliant sunny day, a definite rarity here in St. John’s, especially in the winter. It was zero degrees, warmer in the sun, and everything was melting. Drip, drip, drip.
But some of that dripping was coming from INSIDE the house. The dining room to be precise.
One of the quirks of living in an older wooden house in St. John’s is that you get some weird leaks. The strange freeze-thaw of precipitation mixed with the peculiarities of wind speed and direction means that weird things happen in your house. We have a leak in our kitchen ceiling, for instance, that only ever leaks during the massive hurricanes in the fall. This one in the dining room window frame, however, is a new one to us. And after today, because we will never again get this exact confluence of weather and snow accumulation, we will probably never see it again.
So because there’s not much we can do about this particular leak, we mostly just had to figure out how to manage the drips until they stopped coming. We laid a towel at the bottom of the sill initially to mop up the spill.
But because the drops were falling from such a height the splash was getting all over our furniture.
The Pie had an epiphany, and came up with this way to slow down the drops so we could contain them in little cups with minimal splash. He affixed a piece of cotton twine to a thumb tack, which he then wedged in the gap where the fastest drips were coming out.
After a bit of conditioning of the string with water, the drips began to flow down the string directly into the cups, saving us splashes.
The Pie then dramatically declared, “THIS is why I would survive in a zombie apocalypse, because I’m so damned resourceful!”
Then he waltzed out of the room; in doing so, however, he managed to step on Gren’s loudest squeaky toy (and this isn’t the first time), thus alerting any zombie in the nearest county to our location.