It was during a trip in 2014 to Toronto, Ontario that we came across a group of retired trains. Polished and lined up in the central yard here they stand silent as if they were quietly waiting their last run out.
Encompassing the yard are the old spiral tracks leading back to the large doors that once served as their homes. Time has long since passed since these engines left the yard, but their memories of travels still remain. The numbers above each door designating the train it held.
If we were having coffee you’d see me stressing over the money being spent today as I listen to the roofers banging away while they fix up the leaking roof of our 90 year-old house. When we purchased our home a little under ten years ago I knew it would come with some repairs; I just didn’t think the roof would be one of them so soon.
Having plaster walls we seldom give little concern to the subtle cracks that constantly appear. Last weekend though things began to look rather bleak. When my husband and I returned from the trailer our daughter informed us that her bedroom ceiling had been leaking through the night during the heavy rainfall.
My husband had a roofer come look yesterday morning to determine where the problem might be. Upon inspection they both immediately spotted where the leaking was coming from. Shingles were missing creating a way for the water to get in. We don’t know how long this had been going on since spring rains have just started here, but we had been noticing shingles on the ground since last fall. We have a neighbour with a bad roof, and assumed that they were his. I guess we were wrong.
This isn’t the first time this old house has leaked. We have an on going issue with the mysterious leak in the mudroom. This roofer says he knows how to fix it though. I’m hopeful he does. We have already had that roof re-shingled once before. The issue with it seems to be a result of bad flashing between the tiny roof and the house. He assures me this will be done properly, so that there be no more waterfall effects in the doorway leading to the kitchen when the rain comes. The dog will be thankful since that’s right where her bed is.
I’m trying my best to keep on the positive side of thinking knowing the leak is being handled before today’s rain. Also, that as I watch the workmen outside, I feel assured that it isn’t my husband up there trying to do the repairs himself.
If we were having coffee the first thing you’d notice is our oldest cat Big Ben, or Ben for short. I think he’s around 18-20 years old now. We don’t know his real age because he was a rescue with a sad tale of abandonment.
Don’t you worry though. For the last 15 or so years he’s enjoyed the good life. He’s an indoors man, who gets to bask in the warm sunlight and eat all day long. He sleeps comfortably wherever he wishes. He’s a talker too. Open up a cheese slice, and he chatters non-stop. Unfortunately he can’t have the treats like he once did, but he does manage to talk you into a just a wee bite.
Ben is a very loving cat. The down side to his love is his thick coat. The white hair is everywhere! No matter how much I vacuum it still remains. I have to warn people all the time that if they begin to pet him, they will leave with part of him. His hair clings to everything.
We love Ben! He’s the most interesting cat in the world, and we will be sad to see the day when we have to say our good-byes to him. Hopefully that won’t be anytime soon.