The entire thing can be seen on the gallery page I created for it but here are the choice ones:
Yes, you saw right in the first photograph: I am using baling twine to keep the fascia from beating up my siding any further. Thanks to this little incident I stayed home from work today, cleaned up the litter that had blown onto my lawn and talked to a siding contractor about getting a replacement fascia piece that's color-matched. Naturally Z'ha'dum is done up in colors that aren't what one could describe as "common," so it'll take at least four days for the fellow to order in the piece he needs. I really hope he can get a shade that's close, and that he can get out here before next weekend to put the new piece in place. I'm dreading the thought of any rain getting in there and doing damage. Unsurprisingly enough birds have already started making big eyes at the open space above the soffets, so I have to decide if I should leave the hanging piece of metal up there or if I should tear it down and hang a tarp up in an attempt to discourage any nest-building expeditions by the local wildlife. In either case I need to go to Menard's and purchase an extension ladder so I can get up to the peak of the roof.
In the meantime I'm sitting here and searching madly on the web to see if there's any way to buff out the scuff marks the fascia made on the siding while it was blowing about in the wind. Everyone seems to think they'll come off, but warn me not to use anything "too abrasive." When I ask them what's strong enough to remove the black marks without abrading away the vinyl I just get blank stares, so I'm taking the advice with a grain of salt the size of Montana.
The joys of home ownership, neh? Ah well, I wouldn't trade having my own place for the world.
And I'm still mulling over the decision to get Eli as a companion for Ra. After returning home tonight from dinner with Ash and Arph I was reminded by the projectile vomit on my floor that I already have one special-needs kitty, and that he's quite a bit of work to maintain. The point that everyone brings up is that part of it may be stress-induced from loneliness, and I'm inclined to agree. Still, I'm hesitant. I guess I'll swing by the PetSmart tomorrow and talk to the manager about the adoption procedures, and see what I think after that. Sometimes I leap into action, and other times I hesitate quite a lot. This seems to be one of those situations where I hesitate, which is weird... I mean, think about it! I'm worried about adopting a $90 housecat -- but I had no problem buying a $13,000 used sportscar. What's wrong with me?
The sea refuses no river