Brace yourselves for this bit of information.
Occasionally, it rains in Arizona.
I know! RAIN. In the DESERT. How… unexpected.
We got a nice hefty rainstorm last night. The result of which has me on the phone to our insurance company and two (so far) roofing contractors this morning, to schedule estimates to get our damned parapet wall and roof fixed.
The parapet wall around the garage/front second story has always been problematic. Something about its construction just INVITES leaks into the garage – it kind of creates a balcony-ish walkway-ish kind of thing around Michael’s old room, accessible via his bedroom window. Calvin has patched and patched, and while the fixes hold for a bit, they inevitably break down and leakage begins again.
Last night during the storm I went out and inspected the garage, and sure enough, little runnels of water were trickling down the wall. I started checking around the rest of the house, and discovered Marie’s bedroom windows leaking pretty heavily, as well. Calvin has to re-build the frame around the windows or some such thing – the desert heat sure does like to rot wood away to nothing.
I really think we need to go around the whole house with a fine tooth comb and inspect to see if any other damage is occurring anywhere else. This is the part of home ownership that I hate – the crap we have to deal with as the building ages. Calvin has saved us THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS of dollars with all the stuff he knows how to do, and can do, himself. But he can’t do everything.
I sure hope the insurance covers the cost of the roof repair. When I called them they said to get an estimate from a roofer, give it to them, and they would “take it from there”. I have an estimate scheduled for this Saturday at 10:00, and one next Monday “between 8 and 11”. Calvin will need to do all the talking, because I sure as hell don’t know the lingo. “It’s broken. Fix it.” That’s all I got.