Entropy

Some progress has been made against the forces of entropy, but very little. The garage has been restored so that it can nearly hold a car, if I just move a few more things out of the way. The bikes are hung up, the stray lumber is on the lumber pile, camping gear is mostly where it belongs, summer tools are back in the corner and rakes and snowshovels are front and center. The refrigerator now works (well, as much as it ever did — it’s still loud as hell, and I know it’s going to break again as soon as this warranty is up). The dishwasher has a leak that no repairman seems able to replicate, despite the fact that every time we run it it spews water onto the kitchen floor. Perhaps we’re using different definitions of “leak.” We can get no one to even come and give us an estimate on drywalling Rebekah’s room, which means I’m going to run out of patience and start it myself, as the risk of destroying my already injured wrist, but what is one to do? I had promised her she could be in by Christmas. AND we aren’t having luck in the roof department, either. Found a substantial leak in the attic, did what could be done from inside to seal it (realizing that I would probably just be moving the point at which the water enters the house). For average rains, it doesn’t even leak, but when it pours, it pours, and it pours right down where I want to put new drywall, so I’d prefer to fix that problem up front, ya know?