Yesterday, in between listening to Christmas carols and making a pomegranate kale salad, I heard a loud thud.
What in the world could it be?
First thought: The mail carrier is delivering presents from Portland, Oregon, or Edgewater, New Jersey!
Alas…no. Something else was thudding.
Darkness descended upon our Little House in the Woods. Another THUD!
Did it come from the basement? I know, a bear is ramming its shoulder against our basement sliding glass door. Soon glass will shatter across the basement floor and a 200 pound black bear will crash inside!
I peered downstairs. No bear. Silly Kathy, bears are hibernating by now, and besides, you’ve never seen or heard of a bear ramming against a basement window in these neck of the woods. You’re spreading wild falsehoods with your runaway imagination, tut tut, denigrating innocent wild creatures, if only in your own mind.
“Barry,” I announced gravely as he opened the door and walked inside, “Something is thudding.”
He nodded patiently, perhaps thinking that yonder retiree needed a little time outside the house. Now she’s hearing thuds. Perhaps she needs another job…
He disappeared into the garage. I walked upstairs after stoking the wood stove and heard it again–THUD!
Perhaps a robber lurked just outside in the woods, ready to spring inside and steal our–well, what do we have to steal anyway? A TV that doesn’t work. Some Santas and Snowmen playing on a tic-tac-toe board. Maybe this laptop computer? Oh no!
No burglar appeared.
Twenty minutes later–another THUD!
What do you suppose it could be?
“It’s still thudding, ” I sighed to Barry. “I don’t know what it is, but we’re going to get to the bottom of this mystery.”
This morning, brushing the teeth, I looked outside the bathroom window. Ohmygoodness!
Remember the new roof over our firewood?
The six or seven inches of snow blanketing the metal roof was almost gone.
The mysteriously sounds would have been the heavy wet snow melting and sliding off the slippery metal and hitting the ground with a THUD!
We’ve seen this happen with our garage and little shed metal roof before. I’ve just never heard such shenanigans from inside the house.
The roof lies pretty much bare this morning, after a 36 (4C) degree day yesterday.
My goodness, retirement is exciting!