Spotted while walking the dogs the other day. Enough to spark the imagination and get the ideas flowing.
Must have happened during the previous night’s thunderstorm. It passed through the Metroplex with 60-mile-an-hour wind gusts and pea-sized hail. Probably came through Sulphur Springs, too.
Not too dramatic, I suppose, but when I arrived at the cabin this morning one of the tin slats was bent backward and wrapped around the power line that feeds into the workshop. Good thing it didn’t snap. I made sure to flip the switch at the fuse box before untangling the mess using a garden hoe while standing on an old office chair.
The entire roof is loose now. I was out there today loading junk into the back of the truck and watched as a slight breeze lifted the entire front half of the roof and slammed it back down on the wooden frame. I was a little annoyed with myself for not bringing along my tools. I didn’t have a ladder, a drill, or nails to get up there and hammer it secure, so I improvised by taking a few ten-foot lengths of iron pipe and a few six-foot 2×8 pieces of lumber that were laying around in the workshop and placed them up there to keep the tin slats from blowing away. Then I remembered a section of chain-link fence that was also sitting in the workshop. I dragged that up there as well, situating it beneath the pieces of pipe and wood. Since I didn’t have a ladder, I accomplished this by backing my truck right up against the building. Then I climbed up on the pile of ratty mattresses and rotted pieces of wood paneling that I was planning to take to the dump and, teetering and tottering, hoisted each piece into place. Banging and clanging and creating a loud racket. The neighbors across the way must think I’m some lunatic who doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing, and they’re probably right.