Unforeseen leak
I have an aversion to high places. Although I’ve never been to a true mountain summit, I believe that there are other things to do. Who cares how far I would be able to see. In fact, I learned when I was still young enough to bounce that even a rooftop can be disconcerting when viewed from too close.
Today, it rained. No big deal, except that yesterday (or the day before), the high winds removed a small section of shingles from our roof. Didn’t know that; hadn’t been up there. What did happen was that I heard water dripping, and the sound came from behind an interior wall. This is not a feature we had requested, when ordering our house.
It didn’t take long to figure out the why and the where. On the roof, a decided lack of covering.
On a dry day in autumn, inconsequential. In winter, with other storms in the forecast, downright wrong. I put a pail to collect the water in the basement, and contacted the contractor. Also, a few neighbours, looking for insight. You see, I’d considered the home repair plan. Found some plastic sheets, and some sandbags. Went outside and raised the ladder, which the wind promptly threw back on the ground. Then, I fell…
Even with my feet on the ground, the change from standing to prone was enough to remind me why I avoid roofs. I’m now hoping the temperature will drop by a few degrees, and that the contractor will keep his word and send “some of the boys” up to make things right.
