I managed to spend some quality time on the roof last week, scrubbing out the gutters. Got them clean and washed, then sealed the splits in the bad corner joins, and now just need to sand under the eaves and repaint, though perhaps not this week as the temperatures are soaring: today is 105*, tomorrow 108*...and no let up in sight.
In another attempt to cool the house from the relentless heat of Summer in southern Oregon, I've covered the laser beams--aka the skylights--with sliding shades. Nick's idea and a really, really good one, too. We spent last weekend installing three in the great room and almost immediately, I could feel the difference in the Greenhouse Effect.
One of three skylights that blast nuclear rays into the house...and Nick balancing on the 10' ladder getting ready to install the first shade....
Of course, each window was just slightly askew so it took lots of maneuvering and shimming and general cursing to get all three shades in place, but we did it. And wow, Nick did just an incredible job...
New shade closed, blocking the orb. And new shade open, though that won't be happening again until about October.
With the temps so high for the foreseeable future, it's really wonderful that we got the shades installed just in the nick of time (yes, pun intended...)
Got up this morning with a clogged throat and a burning nose. I woke up in the night with cool, fresh air blowing in my open bedroom window, so I was really concerned to smell that now-familiar acrid bite of smoke.
Last night, crystal clear, almost full moon, millions of stars overhead.
This morning...and somewhere down there in the valley is my little town, engulfed in smoke. I quickly got on the internet to see where this latest forest fire was burning and discovered it's in the deep wilderness just 20 miles or so east of me...holy crap.
Have I mentioned that Summer is my least favorite time of year? And it isn't even August yet, the real fire month. Ugh.
Just when I think I can't hack it up this mountain one more day, or deal with another scorching Summer...this happens: Wee little Bambi babies start appearing, all wobbly legs and fawn spots and big ears, and I wonder how I can go back to city living.
Though, that might be the heatstroke talking...