When I did make it home -- it was a slow drive but free of disaster -- I quickly surveyed the yard. The water was really high and there were ducks floating in the yard – funny but far from alarming. The coast was clear. Or so I thought.
Michael got home about an hour after I did. He also surveyed the yard, but wasn’t distracted by the ducks (they were long gone). He noticed the bridge over the pond had been blown over and the roof has been torn off the shed. How did I miss both? Oh, the ducks.
Yet again, the house dictated our plans for the weekend. Raising the roof. While we were planning on either sprucing up or tearing down the shed in the spring, we had hoped it would last us through the winter.
Sorry about the delay in posting... I'm getting caught up as I was out of town for quite awhile. Glad to be back and working on the house again.