I swept the roof yesterday, a recent annual chore.
Recent because I went the first eight years without doing it, and then I started last year. It required both broom and hoe. Now I just need the broom.
We have two roofs, not just one. The Hacienda is two stories everywhere except over the kitchen-dining room, so that has a separate roof. The higher roof is easier to reach because there’s a spiral staircase from the upstairs terraza.
The lower roof requires a ladder, a bit of a pain for one not-so-young, especially toting a trash can, broom and long-handled dustpan.
This is the higher roof in the photo. Things have accumulated over the years. The satellite dish is from our subscription to Sky TV. We canceled that after a spell due to their abusing my credit card. Now we have cable.
Sky never picked up their dish.
But I’m thinking of ditching the cable and going back to Sky. However, I will not give them a credit card. I’ll pay cash.
My cable company does not have Fox News. Sky has Fox and National Geographic too. Collectivists call it Faux News because truth and logic gall them.
The chimney descends to the second-story fireplace. There’s some rotting plastic on top. We wrap the chimney every Spring to block mosquitoes. Usually, I’ve taken it off by now, but this has been a wonderfully mild winter so far.
The other chimney, which drops to the bigger fireplace in the living room, is to the right, out of the photo.
You can see the white solar tank. The panel is on the far side. That was a questionable purchase a few years back, but it works fairly well.
That big black thing is the water tank most homes have on the roof. It’s a gravity system with no high-falootin’ add-ons.
The black tank can feed the solar system, or it can shoot water directly downstairs to the gas-fired heater. Usually, it’s connected to the solar tank.
Just to the right of the chimney, there’s a little square on the roof surface. Those are glass bricks. They let sunlight enter the shower stall, which is directly below. That’s where I clean myself every morning with water and soap.
I like to make a good presentation.
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The other roof — which is to the left and below, of course, this roof — is where I found a pile of mystery poop. It was disconcerting.
Now, a cat could get up there easily. However, this mound of caca was something a big dog could be proud of, but no dog could get up there.
They don’t have that sort of talent.
It was dry and easy to sweep. But I don’t know if I’ll ever feel the same in the kitchen below, especially at night.
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(Note: We’re off to the nation’s capital for a spell tomorrow, a bit later than previously announced. Since I don’t travel wired, there will be an unsettling silence here. You’ll have lots of time to run errands.)