I got home the other day from a shoot in Toronto and I hadn't unpacked my gear from the cart. Thankfully the drips managed to miss the cart by a few inches or there'd be 20 grand worth of wet equipment to deal with and I'd basically be out of business. As it is, I'm pretty sure there's going to be a total disruption of my life in the next day or two as the damage potential increases. I'm not sure what the repairs will entail but I do know that at the very least it will mean ripping out much of my ceiling and replacing it. That's going to mean tearing down my editing suite, which again puts me out of business for the duration. And since I'm in the process of cutting a pilot, this couldn't be happening at a much worse time, as I'm sure my clients will agree.
I'm looking around at all the music equipment, the computers and video equipment, five overflowing bookcases and all my furniture and I'm about ready to throw up. This is going to be a nightmare. And while this all sucks for me, I'm really worried for my poor cat. She's become very feeble and frail in the last while and the looming chaos and disruption will throw her for a total loop. I had really hoped her last days and weeks would be more peaceful than appears likely. So here I sit as the water spats into the plastic tub on one side of me and baps down from the leaking roof onto the ceiling above me. Just now the world is peaceful (other than the incessant and arrhythmic liquid percussion), welcome calm, prepare for storm. Bugger.
UPDATE: Because every picture tells a story. Total length from sprinkler toward non-functional clock is about 10 or 11 feet and the fun is 3 or 4 feet wide (and no I don't seem to have a metric tape measure handy).
15 comments:
Aw crap. i will concentrate with all my might on sending positive vibes your way so that the next little while will not suck too badly for you and your cat friend.
thanks sooey! the second leak has now sprung so i have a regular ping from the roasting pan i stuck under it as accompaniment to the rest of the drippy noises.
I feel your pain. Sending you vibes too.
Thanks Antonia, all vibes gratefully accepted.
That sucks, but if that stain were the image of the baby jebus, you'd make millions.
Poor darling -- just pack everything up and move here already.
I'm sure Klunk and Iggy will get along just fine ;-)
More vibes here. This too will pass, my friend.
i will concentrate with all my might on sending positive vibes your way so that the next little while...
Hear hear. I will light a votive candle this evening at vespers and pray to San Erminigildo to intercede on your behalf.
May the LORD blezz u n' keep u, m'man!
Pretty much what everyone else said.
However, I feel there's merit in double nickel's suggestion. A few strokes of charcoal and chalk and you could be in business as a tourist attraction, earning money to fix said roof.
I assume that you don't have a landlord whose responsibility that is, by the way.
I tried to send you an ITunes gift of "Claire de Lune," PSA. I listen to it whenever I'm feeling particularly down. I don't think it's possible from Canada. But despite my last slightly sarcastic comment, I do wish you all the best. In that spirit, I offer my own rendition of Debussy's third movement of Suite Bergamesque...
Da DAH da....da da da...
Da da DAH da...da da da...
Peace.
that really sucks, Lindsay. Proves, absolutely proves there's no god. Sending you and kitty best wishes.
Thanks all for comedy and sincerity, waiting for the roofing co. and landlord to descend on me and find out what the prognosis will be. I'm also wondering if the moisture issue might be behind the respiratory inflammation, sneezing and nasal irritation I've been enduring over the last bunch o' months, perhaps a mold problem.
Bugger, indeed.
Since you're receiving so many vibes from the readership as is all I have left to offer is a lowly marimba.
In all seriousness, though, if you were out here on the left side of the country the 'community' would be prepping the fundraiser, finding alternate facilities for your ongoing pilot work etc...
Hoping this all resolves as painlessly as possible.
If you don't click on it, the picture looks like a horse pulling a cart out of the starting gate.
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