So it was that at 4:00 this morning I awoke to the gentlest of all rhythmic taps. Quieter than the rain, barely audible above the air conditioning, a tiny tap could be heard every ten seconds. That much time between taps makes tracking the noise very difficult;
I walked through the house pausing, counting the seconds, whipping around when the sound appeared to be in the direction from which I had just come.
Aha! The fireplace. I hear it! And in my glee of locating the sound, I forgo all common sense and open the flue. And you have the mental picture: water that had piled up, releasing itself only in drips, now liberated.
All I know is, I was petrified that water was going to spot Donna's new drapes. And that 4:00 in the morning is becoming really fun around my house.
2 comments:
I bet you did not think at 4am to place a hat on your head before looking up the chimney like your cartoon character did. So, how does your hair look? I guess at 4am, who cares? You, my dear, need to get some sleep!
Who is this pet? Say, he is wet! You never yet met a pet, I bet, as wet as they let this wet pet get.
I.e. I recognize that picture, and have seen it several hundred times, to the point where I have the page memorized. (It's my favorite page in One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.)
I'm sure that sleepless at 4 in the morning, you were looking for something major to clean up.
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