Max is not off to a good start

Hello and welcome to the bad news time in the Dogpound.  The year in the Dogpound is not off to a good start this  year.   I came home for lunch last week, opened the garage door and found a section of my garage ceiling lying on the floor covered with strawberry color insulation.  Not exactly what I was expecting for lunch...matter of fact, I did not eat lunch...I spent my time investigating what happened to my poor ceiling.  My first thought of course was a leak, but there were no visible rays of light pouring through the roof [one good thing anyway], but I did discover something else.  I found several small piles of snow...yes snow.  It appears that high winds and blowing snow... somehow found its way through the roof ridge-vent and collected in small piles on top of the insulation.  When the warmer temperatures arrived, the snow started to melt and further loosened the drywall until a 4 x 8 foot section gave way.  There was still some snow up there, so I climbed a step ladder with a snow shovel in hand, stuck my head through the opening, and literally shoveled snow mixed with pink insulation out of the ceiling.  I know it sounds really weird and made up…like the old story where I walked to school uphill both ways…so I am very glad I took pictures to verify my pink snow story.  Actually, it looked a lot worse than it was, and if it had to happen, the garage offered the least potential for additional  damage to items located directly below the ceiling.  Boy, my grandkids are going to love this story.  LOL

QUOTE FOR THE WEEK

“Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one.”   – Bill Watterson

THE BAR
A bar owner locked up his place at 2 a.m. and went home to sleep. He had been in bed only a few minutes when the phone rang. “What time do you open up in the morning?” he heard an obviously inebriated man inquire.  The owner was so furious, he slammed down the receiver and went back to bed. A few minutes later there was another call and he heard the same voice ask the same question. “Listen,” the owner shouted, “there’s no sense in asking me what time I open because I wouldn’t let a person in your condition in.”  “I don’t want to get in,” the caller interjected.  “I want to get out.”

I need to wrap this up…looks like it is going to snow again.  As always be good, play safe and remember not all surprises are the same.  

JR and Max

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