The rains came last night. The rains brought thunder, lightning,
and a power outage.
This morning found E. up on the roof, hunting for the damn leak
that dripped all night in our bedroom.
He handed the roof tiles down to me, and I stacked them in the wagon and in the gazebo.
He pulled the tar paper off,
checked for soft spots in the wood,
and discovered a drainage channel from the peak of the roof to the eaves.
And I smile as I hum "Up on the Roof", as I first heard it by James Taylor.
I don't think James was singing about repairing a leak up there...
(the above link offers a video of Taylor singing the song on Sesame Street)