The Tempest
Shakespeare tells us that “every cloud engenders not a storm”. This may be true, but last night the clouds were engendering in overdrive, and as a result I am left with the merry task of a soffit retrofit.
…Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows…
I saw the night “puff’d up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat.” A virtual wall of water and wind was dropped on York Region resulting in downed tree branches, loss of power, and the inevitable job of tidying up afterwards. My tidying consists of a few leaves and branches and fun with aluminium siding.
It is day two of my vacation and I am in full handyman mode about the house. A reassignment of sorts from office work to manual labour. Two positive things though, the rain filled the pool, and I’m actually enjoying myself. So another bardic proverb is shown to be true, “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows”. In this case it’s enjoyment.
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