The garage in the old abode is almost empty, right up until the rains came on Sunday (June 22). What had once filled the garage to the point of looking like a generic "before" picture from "Hoarders", is now a neatly piled stack o'stuff in the shed, with most of it away from the walls (all the easier to tear out the panelling later).
With the arrival of Tropical Storm Debby, however, moving the stuff into the shed stopped. Plan B for these rainy days is to paint one of the bedrooms, the room that will be my office, what my friends call "the patch room" (if you know me, you know I collect old Boy Scout memorabilia. If you don't know me, well, you have learned something about me). The paint color is called by the Olympic Paint folks "caribbean splash" (greenish-blue, or blueish-green). The Wife calls it "too dark". The before and after pictures will be posted once the room is declared finished, and the electrical plates are put back up.
Not much to do, otherwise. We now have had 36 hours of rain from TS Debby, which is not expected to hit land for another three days. Tropical storms are kind of like the practice test of hurricanes. They have names, computer models, tracking maps, "the Cone of Uncertainty" (aka "we don't know where the hell it is going"), lots of rain and wind, and the Weather Channel breaking out their crack meteorological team in matching golf shirts, hats, rain coats, and hair spray, spread out in remote locations near the storm. But the rain isn't nearly as bad, and the sustained winds of a tropical storm are a popcorn fart when compared to hurricanes. SAFETY TIP: If a hurricane is coming, and Jim Cantore is broadcasting from your street, it is time to go, and don't look back.
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