I could see the miserable offender from the Compound's upstairs windows. There it was, a mutinous AC exhaust spewing water onto the roof, doing its level best to destroy this humble Texan home.
You see, the genius patrol who got rid of the sleeping porch in the 1980s and turned it into a meeting room didn't grade the roof correctly, the pitch is too shallow. This means water collects on the structure's oddly impermanent asphalt shingles, degrading the rubbish decking beneath and before you know it the whole thing's a soggy, rotten mess. Then it collapses. Disaster.
To play my part in fixing this threat to hearth and home I clambered up on the roof like a mountaineer and, after enjoying the view, advanced to contact. "Look at you, traitor," I thought, looking down at offending PVC article, and then fixed it with a snake, this being a untwisted coat hanger. Take that. And so it did. Now water doesn't flow from miscreant to roof, mission accomplished.
On the way back down to earth I opened up a window which had been painted shut. This will make climbing easier.
Overwatch,
LSP
You climbed, you saw, and you prevailed!
ReplyDeleteIt was a close run thing, WSF.
ReplyDeleteSometimes even when inspecting work done, a homeowner does not know what roofers missed/failed to do until the first big pl' Texas thunderstorm. Experience says so.
ReplyDeleteThat, Sgt., is the honest truth. I think we're going to have to fix this roof with metal. Pricey but needs must.
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