A twenty year sojourn in the desert may have skewed my thinking a bit. I thought it rained a lot when there was a drought the last two years. Granted my elevation and the vagaries of mountain terrain just guarantee there will be more rain and clouds up here than down below.
Now, in this year of the monsoon, the clouds have become community members that I walk among. Many mornings find them sleeping in the valley down below.
They are often late risers, waiting until the sun is high in the sky to get moving. The clear sky above promised a respite from the monsoon rains. It would be a good day to paint the high reaches of the cozy cabin while the scaffolding is still here.
So I painted and caulked a seam around the corner that had not already been done. The previous day's caulk was not quite dry so I painted around that for now.
The sky got darker as the day moved on. Tall billowing black heads of clouds passed by. The painting ended to give it time to dry in case the monsoon decided to return. Back inside the cabin the insulation in the roof was near complete. I was short two batts of R-38 insulation. Poop. So close to having the entire inside insulation completed.
The framing to box in and insulate the water and sewer lines beneath the cabin was cut and put together. Now the entire sky is ominous and black. One piece of the framing is attached beneath the cabin and it commences to pour.
A third of an inch falls in half an hour and the hard rain moves on. The clouds drag their feet across the mountain top in a Swiss cheese fog. The monsoon hesitates sputtering rain.
The diagnosis is for more.
More clouds, more rain, more. I will walk among them doing what can be done.
The extended diagnosis looks sunny for next week. Everything that needs doing with scaffolding will hopefully get done.