For several years I’ve taken to redecorating each Spring and Autumn. It’s nothing major. Primarily, I just change my bedroom curtains and duvet cover. Occasionally, I change a little something in other parts of my apartment appropriate to the season. In case you wondered, I have one set of curtains and bed cover for Autumn/ Winter and another set for Spring/Summer. I do not buy brand new stuff every season. That would be insane.
As a rule, I tend towards minimalism, so I don’t like adding any tchotchkes unless they are a swap out. I tell you all this because I recently had to add an unwanted item to my bedroom décor. It neither blends in with the color scheme, nor does it accentuate the existing design. So, what is this unwanted objet d’art?
In 1944 Ella Fitzgerald and a group called the Ink Spots cut a song entitled “Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall.” Mind you, this was before my time. However, I’ve heard those words over the years. My guess is they became a cliché for hard times. My recent experience was one in which those words were literal.
Here's what happened. It was a rainy day and night like most other run of the mill rainy days and nights. I had gone to sleep. Suddenly during the wee hours of the morning, something hitting my chest jarred me awake. That something continued when I realized it was the rain coming in from the roof through the ceiling right over my bed. I bolted out of bed, though stunned that this could be happening. For a moment I wasn’t sure what to do first. I grabbed a towel to put on the spot. As I did that, I realized that was stupid as all my bedding would still get wet. I quickly went for a big bucket I had, stripped the bed and placed the bucket on the mattress where the rain was coming down.
Next, in my crazed state, I started doing laundry, putting my bed cover, sheets and mattress pad through the wash. Then what? It was too early to phone anyone. I waited until 7:00am before phoning the building manager.
C, the building manager, came over a little later to assess the situation. Fortunately it was just that one spot that was dripping. Our neighbor who’s roof was a continuation of ours had their roof done a few years ago. So M (the neighbor) and C set to patch where they thought the leak had originated. It finally stopped raining in my bedroom after 12 hours. C moved my bed as far away from the leak as he could. Other pieces of furniture had to be moved around, also. I put plastic down on the carpet and left the bucket in place.
Needless to say, my bedroom was completely discombobulated and a little disorienting for sleep. There was really no other place in my apartment I could sleep instead.
C and M continued to patch different parts of the roof, soaking it down to see if there were still leaks. C and M’s efforts seemed to be successful. My bedroom remained in disarray for at least another week as rain was predicted for every day. We didn’t want to take any chances by putting everything back where it belonged. While all this was going on, C had hired a roofer who would do the job as soon as there was a dry spell.
As the rainy days continued, my bedroom remained dry so we chanced putting everything back where it belonged. I did keep the bucket and plastic covering handy just in case.
Next week is supposed to be a dry one. We’re hoping the roofer will then be able to do the job. In the meantime, being a little superstitious and not wanting to tempt fate, that wide-mouthed battleship gray bucket remains part of the décor until the new roof is in place. My bedroom is most like the Traditional Interior Design. Some might think the bucket turns it into a more Eclectic Interior Design. I say no way. It also disrupts the feng shui.
Here’s hoping that roof will be redone sooner than later. Then the bucket can return to it’s proper place on the floor of my pantry. It will be happier there and so will I.
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