If you haven't been reading the past few posts, this will make little sense. Serves you right. Synopsis to date: in remodeling the lanai, I discovered a leak in the roof.. Preparing to install a patch, I learned that dear, departed Uncle Bud had slathered the area in question with bathtub caulk. Uncle Bud slathered everything in B.C., probably including his breakfast toast. A dear man, really. So you shouldn't take my obscene outbursts too seriously. I have done some genealogy in the past, so I know - in some intellectual sense - that Uncle Bud did indeed have a father.
I dynamited all the old caulk off and patched and applied a bit of fresh caulking compound according to enlightened roofing protocol. Blood flowed.
It rained yesterday, The freaking roof still leaks, albeit not so aggressively.
So I climbed back up and slathered an entire tube of B.C. over the patch. Screw it.
Bud, you were right. Rest in vindicated peace.