When it rains, it pours

It's still raining in Virginia, and here's a picture of Tucker outsmarting his raincoat with the puddle out front. But the real subject of this post is how everything in our house breaks at once.

We have been waiting on a refrigerator repairman to install a new circuit board in our fridge so that the fruit won't freeze, and the freezer won't thaw and the ice machine won't leak. Then yesterday afternoon Austin casually mentions that our phone isn't working either. After a delicate pause he also suggests that this "might" be his fault. I guess he cut the phone line this weekend accidentally and water got into the splice yesterday, so we have to wait until it stops raining to do a new connection and reliably have a phone again.

And then, last night, I went up to the attic to look for a bike helmet for an object lesson at the preschool Bible study I teach, and I saw a huge roof leak. In our married life we have never lived in a house that didn't have a roof that leaked when it rained, but we also have never seen a leak as big as the one I noticed last night. In fact, the rain had already gone through the attic and damaged the plaster in Tucker's ceiling.

This is on top of the driveway that we had fixed on Monday because the rain had eroded the entrance so much that there was a significant drop leaving the road, and the shower fixture in our bathroom that won't turn and that we've been waiting on a plumber on for several weeks.

We are very blessed with our home, and the Lord knows we are not getting bored yet.