Joseph's Coat or The Six Hued Beast, Part 1
Since we only had three months to move the house, we couldn't wait until we had enough money to finish the roof. If we missed our contractual deadline, we would basically be at the mercy of the company that sold us the Queen for a $1.00. In short, we'd already crossed the line of departure and were chained to our doom.
The whole move was complicated by the weather. Even though it hadn't rained in months, the exact moment we paid James Wyche Construction for tearing off the roof it started pouring. It rained on and off until the Queen was moved. There is nothing like mopping rainwater out of a roofless house to make you feel utterly hopeless. At this early date, we were already wondering what the fuck we'd gotten ourselves into.
Somehow, we managed it. The Queen was moved. She was not ruined by the countless thunderstorms and showers. James Wyche Construction rebuilt the roof to its original specifications, it was decked, and dried-in with tarpaper. We’d survived phase one of our project in the same way as a shipwreck survivor. Clinging to the shattered mast, we were alive and afloat but our ultimate survival was by no means assured.