It had been raining at least every other day this summer and the pop-up storms have been harsh. By a couple of weeks later, the leak was really large, and water started streaming into the house. At this point, one man said he would help fix it whenever he got done doing everything he had to do at his own place... well, you know how that goes. By the next Saturday, it couldn't wait any longer, or I feared the whole ceiling was going to come down.
|Trying to seal a leak in the roof.|
Coming down from the roof was the scariest thing of all. Since the ladder didn't come all the way up I had to dangle off the roof while screaming in terror for my son to reach up and guide my feet to the ladder. Why is coming down always way scarier than going up?
|Trying to slide off the roof onto the ladder. Yes, I know the siding is filthy, but hey, the home was a free gift from God. Hiring someone to power wash it (I don't own a power washer) and then painting it myself is on my list of things to do.|
The bad news is that, apparently, I didn't get it fixed well enough, as the roof continued to leak. The good news is, the man I borrowed the ladder from came and extended it for me so that this weekend when I had to go up there alone to try to fix the roof once again, the height and angle of the ladder was correct. We'll have to wait until the next rain (which should come in a day or two) to see if I fixed it correctly this time.
The one bright spot to all this? I loved the view from the top of the roof. Nothing but blue skies, puffy, white clouds, and treetops!