Thanks to a storm last night, we have a leaky roof… It’s like a metaphor for life!
It’s no secret that I’m not very fond of the house we’ve been renting here in Texas. We kind of got stuck here because we moved from North Carolina and didn’t have much time to find suitable digs. Our first choice house fell through and this one was next on the list. In retrospect, we were very stupid not to invest in a couple more days in a motel and find a home in better condition. In the last week, we’ve had to deal with a cracked pipe in the pool, smoke alarms going off in the middle of the night, and now, thanks to a big rain storm with wind, a leaky roof.
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young are not singing about the house I live in right now…
Our situation is probably better described in a classic song by The Talking Heads…
Especially the part about the “nasty weather”…
I am hoping that sometime in the next few months we can determine where we’re going to settle and buy a house of our own. Renting is kind of convenient when you have to move as often as we have over the past seven years. I long for roots, though… and a place of my own where I don’t have to worry as much when mishaps occur. Not long ago, my husband Bill nodded off while holding a glass of red wine. You can imagine, that was a mess that took me a couple of days to clean up. Thank God for Wine Away to get the wine out of the yucky carpet and a mixture of dishwasher detergent and hydrogen peroxide to get the stains off the walls…
I’ve always liked this song by Eric Burdon and War, but I sure wasn’t singing it the night Bill made his mess after spilling the wine…
I’m impressed that Bruce Springsteen covered “Spill The Wine”…
Unfortunately, Bill’s still searching for the right job and that may mean we’ll be changing cities again. I don’t mind San Antonio that much. It’s a big city and I’m more of a rural kind of girl, but the people here are basically nice and we can get pretty much all we need here. We also have friends in the city, which is more than we can say about some of the other places we’ve lived. So maybe Glenn Frey got it right…
Should we embrace a more urban lifestyle in a house that doesn’t have a leaky roof?
Embarking on a life beyond the U.S. Army has a bit of a St. Elmo’s Fire feel to it. Bill is a “man in motion”, as John Parr suggests in this 80s classic.
Something about this song makes me think of beer commercials.
I’m actually really glad “Our House” is not in the middle of the street…
But if we have another windy night, the roof might be…
…though again, this song does not describe our situation at all. Because the people in Madness look at their house with fondness. It probably doesn’t have a leaky roof like “our house” does.
So if you have any spare good vibes, please send some our way. We just want to go home… a home without a leaky roof or property managers.
This song is about a miserable time on a boat, but given all the rain we got last night and the way I feel about this house, perhaps it’s fitting.
