I’m halfway out the door, keys in hand, when I hear a little pitter patter nearby. I know the sounds. It is the drip-dropping of that one liquid known as water. I follow the sound, then look up. Water is running down the edge of an exposed beam in my kitchen. Quite a bit of rain this morning along with some gusts...
I wake up my wife. We bundle up and she holds the 16' ladder while I climb on the roof. I am virtually certain where the leak it. Is is my believe the flashing where the vertical siding of the upper level (unfinished small attic) meets the composition shingle on the leaky floor is failing, and leaks into the home when the winds blow west. Get out my jumbo tarp, roll it loosely like a fluffy yet soggy sad burrito and pin it down with some bricks. Also found signs of a botched repair right where I pinned the tarp. A friendly reminder that home inspectors may not only miss shit, but I suspect the really bad ones won’t even get on the roof if you’re not around.
While I’m there I notice something else: the gutters are flooding. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I spent an hour or so scooping out the gutters and get the water flowing.
Back inside the home, the leaking has stopped — apparently, anyway. I have a roofer coming out in a few days to do an inspection and give an estimate. While I know more that I lead on about things, I am not a roofer, and I don’t like being up there any more than I have to be. Yet I’ve been on roofs so many damn times and I’m still just in my 30s...
So... Could be worse! Hole is presumably blocked. And AND... if I wasn’t 2 hours late to work, I could have come home to a small disaster 8 hours later. Positivity.... Positivity...