Tuesday, June 10, 2008
So, last night at 11:00 p.m. (with yet another raging thunderstorm happening) I’m sitting on my bedroom floor rifling through a file folder.
I’m searching for the receipt for a (total) roof job done years ago. I am both cursing and praying. “Please let there be a warranty for the job….”
Hallelujah! I find it. “10 Year Warranty on Workmanship.” Done in 2000. I made the cut-off.
But what does “workmanship” entail? It better mean more than they worked well and that the roof looks nice.
Because it’s bloody hell leaking!! There are three patches on the ceilings in 2 bedrooms where the paint and plaster are not looking good. At all.
Worse – I heard water dripping between the walls. Ominous.
I could shit bricks. I need this like a hole in the head. I’ve already had one roof repair done this year to the tune of 1000’s of dollars. (Porch roof.)
I’m having a moral dilemma here – which is actually more like wishful foolish thinking. Eventually (when things are “settled”) I’ll be selling this place and moving to something smaller. I am so tempted to have the patches fixed (a temporary cosmetic touch-up) and forget about a costly repair job. (Because with my luck this leak will not be covered by that warranty.)
I would sell as is. (Very bad, immoral, etc.)
And I know, I know, I run the risk of the ceiling eventually caving in on the boys and an even greater/costlier repair job.
Common sense will prevail. I’ll make the damn phone call. But I so do not want to deal with this.
I think I’m getting someone else’s share of bad luck on top of my own. Is anyone out there having an incredibly good year? If so, you can thank me.
And even as I write this, yet another torrential rain is falling from the heavens this morning.
But I don’t hear any crash or screams…
(The above picture is not of my ceiling but looks remarkably similar. Curses.)