The plumber we found on Angie's List came out on Wednesday - I heard him comment to Ian that it looked like he was bringing the storm with him. What storm? I had been reading but when I looked out the window, I saw an onminous black cloud creeping down Petersen Mountain - the storm was coming from the south. By the time the plumber went to get his stuff from the truck, the sky opened up and dropped buckets. We opened the garage door so it would be closer to his truck but still Ian had to loan him his Oregon rain jacket - pouring rain, the stuff flash floods are made of. I got caught up with the plumber so it was several minutes before it dawned on me that my south-facing studio window was open.I raced up the stairs to see rain pouring into my studio, blowing in laterally like a movie studio special effect. The sill was covered in water and it was cascading down the wall. The carpet was soaked, as were the blinds, my packing paper, the warp and my loom. The first order of business was to sop up as best I could with bath towels. The wet warp on my back beam really upset me and I didn't know what else to do but to weave until I could advance off the wood and also cut the wet paper away. I'm lucky it was a short warp for two baby blankets. I wove the project off today and orange-oiled the whole pathetic mess.
A-a-a-n-d . . . WE'RE OFF!
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