We have a contract to put a new roof on the building…but due to demand, materials, weather, etc it has not been done yet. There’s a LOT of folks out there needing new roofs…
So…last Friday we got around 8″ of rain…2-1/2 of it in under a half hour.
The tarps are not up to that kind of abuse.
I spent Saturday cleaning up the couple hundred gallons of water that got in and overflowed the traps upstairs. I also used fans to dry the floors…and removed any wet materials so I don’t have a mold problem later.
Sunday…Well…through a feat of derring do (and nobody died!), the reckless deployment of strength (gonna feel that in the morning), and sheer determination (too stupid to know when to quit), me and Mike deployed the giant heavy rubberized canvas tarp from hell on the front damaged section of the roof.
Just getting it UP there was 75% of the battle. Heavy, stiff, and difficult to get a grip on…getting it on top of a roof that’s 36 feet off the ground is a challenge in itself.
The blue tarp was largely semi-permiable by now just from flapping in the breeze and the sun (they don’t last long).
The giant tarp from hell thing is heavy…something around 200 pounds or so…and 50 feet long by probably 16 feet wide. Ugh.
Anyway, got it up there, tacked and boarded down…and I didn’t take a pic of it. And I ain’t going back up there just for that. The tarp covers the hatch and getting ON the roof is probably something like being born…slither through a hole…and slide head first under this tight, warm, damp passage and…ugh. Never mind.
Getting back IN that passage It also makes it extraordinarily difficult to get OFF the roof…well…*alive* anyway. I’m pretty sure this entire episode is a metaphor for the male brain in general but I’ll just leave it at that.
Anyway…hopefully I should fare better in the next storm. This was…of course…scheduled for tonight…but since we finished the tarp, the completely random forecast now says no rain for more than a week. (that will…of course…change tomorrow).
It will still leak…there are several places the roof is damaged and this only addresses the worst part…but hopefully this is the end of the damaging leaks.
We will see.
This is what I do when I get stressed and have no idea *what* to do…I put my head down and work…and what do ya know? It actually helps!
Now if you’ll excuse me…the ibuprofen content of my blood has fallen WAY beyond minimum levels.
Kudos to Mike…I couldn’t have done this without his help.
Update: Sooo…when I went to bed Sunday night the forecast was for 10% chance of light showers after 10am Monday.
We got 2 inches of rain before 9am. I checked things out and while I still have some leakage, it is around the edges and very light. MUCH better.
Now…I just need a roof!