It didn’t start off that way… eventful, that is. Was going to be a peaceful, easy weekend gearing up for crazy season at work. Super Bowl / Puppy Bowl / Pizza Beer. Ahem. Ahem. Cough. Cough. WRONG!
Just bozing around on Saturday afternoon. And then, the husband heard dripping noises. Coming from inside the house. Look around and sees water dripping from ceiling in entry way. Dripping down light fixture and onto the tile floor. Uhoh, sheetrock wet. Better go investigate!
Goes upstairs to attic. Arrives at scene of water dripping. Which was really a pile of SNOW, inside the attic space, that had blown in somehow during the high winds of the blizzard. Comes back downstairs for a large trash bin to collect said snow. Don’t believe me? Here’s how deep it was IN THE ATTIC. Which was now melting, and dripping through the sheetrock.
However, on the way there with said trash bin … has to navigate to that area of the attic where there is no flooring, just rafters covered in insulation material. Uh oh! Makes a mis-step! Almost comes through ceiling! I hear loud bang and arrive just in time to see most of a leg retreating into a ceiling cavity that wasn’t there one minute previously!
Insurance company called to see if there is a claim for roof damage or water damage. Good news, adjuster calls Sunday morning and says he can come out right away. We thought it would be Tuesday. Bad news: No claim. Even if there was, it wouldn’t meet the deductible.
It’s always something… if it isn’t one thing, it’s another (like my mama always said) …
Meanwhile, the kids went out to play.