It’s Monday and I have five days until I move. This weekend my father and I constructed the trailer skirting. I was excited to have everything buttoned up until this morning. I woke up promptly at 6:00am to water falling rhythmically on my forehead. I was leak free for 1 week-feel slightly like I am in a recovery program proudly toting around a key chain. Until Now! So I got up put on my Chaco’s and rain jacket over my cat sweatshirt, climbed up a ladder, and tarpped (as any good Oregonian tarp becomes a verb) the goddam leak.  As always I have some work to do on the trailer when the rain stops, if it ever does. I have friends in Tahoe that assure me that it never rains in Tahoe; I hope that this regional myth is never debunked.