As you know, I’ve been complaining, or maybe I’ve not complained enough about the weather we’ve been having in California. Rain, is something we don’t get a lot of and when it does rain, it is generally manageable… at least in our neck of the woods.
Well, today it not only kept a steady pace, but the wind was unbelievable. My friend Jim was talking about the wind possibly getting in the way of a good bike ride. I better warn you Jim, it’s headed your way, so watch out, it’s aggressive. If you’re lucky it’ll settle down and you will get that ride in anyway.
It isn’t bad enough that we can’t go anywhere because of the Covid-19, but we can’t even go outdoors in our back yard! The gardeners haven’t been able to finish their work and what we have plenty of is mud. His goal was to eventually put in a French drain, so the water doesn’t continue to run toward the house, but we didn’t get that far. So, now it just puddles.
Then this evening, Russ got ready to practice on his guitar a bit before going to bed and there was water by his amp, which sits right next to my side of the bed. I looked up and “shore” enough we have a leak, all along the seam where the addition was put in and the roof-line reconfigured. So we get some totes and lay them in the line of fire and hope that’ll catch most of it.
We were going to stay in the room but the pit pat was too much. So we moved over to the spare room. It’s kinda nice having a four bedroom when there’s just two of you. When he or I get sick we self quarantine and it’s all good. Sometimes.
If that isn’t bad enough, he went to use the bathroom and there was water puddled on the floor that I think came through the vent. Out comes another tote.
I had been in there moments before to look. I look again but I still don’t see any roof damage or water buckling like what is evident on the other side of the shared wall. That made me wonder if perhaps the water was due to the velocity of the winds blowing it into our turbines and perhaps it flooded the entire roof? Or perhaps it is a combination of both.
It also means strangers will be entering our home during lock down.
In California, not many homes need air conditioning because with the right kind of venting we blow the hot air out or just open a door or window in front and back and we get a nice breeze.
So, it’s 11PM and there’s no way of getting anyone to look at it right now, but in the morning, I guess we’ll have to pull out the warranties and insurance contracts and call a roofer. Ugh!
That’s bad enough during good times, but now?!!
So, it’s late, but I text my neighbor and ask if she knows any good roofers, thinking she’ll answer in the morning, but she’s up and texts right back that “Fred” down the street is a roofer, so at least we have someone to call after we call insurance.
What’s been interesting during this whole thing is Russ remains calm. In fact, he thought we needed to wait until it stopped raining. I say no, we call and they can put something over until they can get to it, but in the meantime we won’t be flooded. That’s the difference between a guy who didn’t grow up around construction and a woman who did and was a realtor to boot. We kind of have to know those things.
He doesn’t seem perturbed in the slightest and I will probably not get a wink of sleep!