Weeping Plaster

“Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.”

Lying in bed, tossing and turning from the rain and the thunder and the lightning. Through the cacophony of sounds you make out the most insidious of them all.

“Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.”

Yes indeed, your 110-year-old house has begun to leak, water oozing through plaster cracks, in the kitchen, in the dining room, in the bedroom. Everywhere it can seep in. Racing around with bowls and old t-shirts and towels, like a mad Dutch dervish, desperate to find them all, until you give up and head back to bed, defeated by nature.

“Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.”

On and on it goes, for hours. No sleep for the homeowner of a Victorian house last night. None at all.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

As one of the founding editors of We Love DC, Jenn’s passions are theater and cocktails. After two decades in the city, she’s loved every quirky, mundane, elegant, rude minute of her DC life. A proud advocate for DC’s talented drinks scene, she’s judged the Corcoran Gallery of Art’s ARTINI contest, the DC Rickey Month contest, the Jefferson Hotel’s Quill Cocktail competition, and is a founding member of LUPEC DC. A graduate of Catholic University’s drama program, she toured the country as a member of National Players, and has been both an actor and a costume designer before jumping the aisle to theater criticism. Writing for We Love DC restored her happiness after a life-threatening illness, and she’s grateful to you, dear readers. Send your suggestions to jenn (at) welovedc (dot) com and follow her on Twitter.

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