“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: attach/attachment. It can be about love or anything else!”
I’m going to approach this from the “anything else” angle. Not that I have anything against love, I’m all for love, but other kinds of attachment are on my mind this week.
Actually, the first thing that popped in my head when I read the prompt was the accident in the Fort Point Channel tunnel in Boston where large concrete panels fell from the ceiling, killing a passenger and injuring the driver of a vehicle. I know, the prompt is about “love” and I immediately drift toward a catastrophic accident. That’s because I remember that the accident was caused by the fact that the panels weren’t properly attached to the roof of the tunnel. I will always remember that story because something wasn’t properly attached and a person died as a result. Attachments, physical mechanical attachments, matter.
The other thing that makes me remember that event is the fact that shortly before that accident, my wife and drove through that tunnel to pick up a friend from England at Logan Airport. My wife is no fan of tunnels, she’s a terra-firma-beneath-my-feet kind of girl. I love tunnels. I grew up in the southwest suburbs of Pittsburgh and if you don’t love tunnels, you don’t get to Pittsburgh from the southwest.
One of my life goals is to take a train that travels through the Cascade Tunnel in Washington. I’m pretty sure that I’ll be making that trip without my wife, but it’s nice to have goals.
Anyway, I told my wife that tunnels are safe and that we had nothing to worry about in driving through the Big Dig tunnels in Boston. Shortly before one of our trips through those tunnels, she stepped in the room as I was watching a documentary on the Big Dig on the Discovery Channel. She came in just as they were talking about how many gallons per minute were being pumped out of the tunnel system to keep the Atlantic Ocean from spilling into the construction site. It’s hard enough to convince her that tunnels are safe without stories like those two.
The other reason attachments are on my mind today is that I’ve spent the past two evenings on a ladder trying to dislodge some rather large ice dams from the gutters on the southeast corner of our house.
I’m not worried much about damage. I built the roof(s) that connect at that corner, and I knew that ice would be a problem. One roof is over our family room and the chimney from our wood stove penetrates the roof about four feet up from the gutter. According to the building code, you can’t place insulation up against the chimney pipe, so I knew we would have snow melting when a fire is burning. The snow melts, but when the temperature outside is in single digits (as it has been lately) it freezes again before it gets to the gutter. For that reason, I put Ice & Water Shield on the roof well above the level of the chimney penetration.
Ice attaches to the surfaces on which it forms pretty well. You can work to get it lose, but you should expect some collateral damage. Trust me, having worked in the home improvement contracting industry for a while, I can tell you that water may enter your house as it backs up under your shingles. On the other hand, water will definitely enter your house through the hole you put in the roof with a chisel. I chip away some of the ice on/over the gutter, but only to create a flat surface on which I can apply Calcium Chloride pellets. The pellets do all the work, but they are difficult to attach to the ice.
On Saturday, I promised to help my daughter install a microwave above her sink. This will involve attaching shelf support brackets to the sides of the cabinets on either side of the sink. I will attach solid wood brackets by screwing into the brackets from the inside of the cabinets. She’s in an apartment, and I’m pretty sure the cabinet sides are made of particle board. Screwing into particle board will not result in a reliable attachment. The microwave falling into the sink isn’t likely to kill anyone, but it would make for a bad day.
The last attachment I’ll talk about is also one that occurred this week. MiMi, the smaller of our two Tuxedo girls, attached herself to my chest in an effort to avoid our dog. MiMi has surgically sharp claws which penetrate skin easily. It’s like my chest was the fuzzy side of a Velcro strap. I was able to get her off quickly, but I have a series of little scabs over my right lung today.