During the July 7 thunderstorm, I discovered my new house had a leaky roof.
Around midnight, rainwater began dripping through the ceiling, and by the time I found enough buckets, they were filling faster than I could empty them. Soon I was hauling out large storage tubs to catch the steady cascade.
Oddly enough, I wasn’t too upset.
For years, I’d wanted a place with a yard to care for and enough spac…