Tropical storm/Hurricane whatever came and went this weekend. Shockingly our above ground power lines held and we were not deprived of necessities such as coffee and hot showers. We did however have a roof leak. Climbing on my roof in the middle of a tropical storm is just not as much fun as it sounds. Fortunately we found the leak before it could destroy our memory foam, OMG the best money we have ever spent, bed. My roof was covered end to end in 4 inches of water. It looked like a giant baby pool. I sloshed my way to drain; look down the three stories to our patio and garden (we have a walkout basement), grateful that I have no fear of heights, and see standing water in the gutter housing. I reached in as far as I could – no leaves, no crud, and no luck. The block was probably somewhere down the side of the house. I figured I had two choices. I could stand up there with a bucket for the rest of the storm or I could rip the gutter housing thing off and let the water drain down the side of the building unencumbered. I choose option number two. We have a decent size townhouse; so needless to say, it took a while to drain. I have a gutter person coming out to give me an estimate. My understanding was the previous owners had replaced the roof sometime in the last few years. Hopefully it is under warranty.
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