As record rains reveal new leaks, I recall epic adventures in roofing…
Overcast was the day and bold were our hearts as we ventured forth to climb the outer walls of the citadel to its lofty peaks.
Long it vexed my heart sore as to why I so rarely need water the spathiphyllum in the corner—the lily, though lovely, gave me no peace. Then came a night of torrential rain and a clue to this mystery with the resonant crash of sheetrock down from above.
Our quest, then, was to learn what fell reason there might be for rain to enter and despoil the attic and interior of the great hall. Dismayed we were to find foul rot and storm wrought damage on both shingle and sheath, and we vowed an oath to repair.
“Insurance?” I said, for hope was in my heart that we might contract a craftsman for the labor.
He shook his head. “Not so, for the deductible is…
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