Saturday was a rainy rainy day. The Schuberts (the "original Schuberts," as Jeannie calls them) were in town, and since the weatherman was calling for severe thunderstorms all afternoon, we decided to put on a pot of tea and play Skip-bo. About half way through our game, Schub heard a faint patting sound. Upon inspection, he realized that our ceiling was leaking and our ottoman was pretty soaked. Not one to be content with putting a bucket on the floor and fixing the leak after the lightning was gone, Schub quickly grabbed a tarp out of his truck and ventured onto the roof to fix the problem immediately. Once I asked him to please not to die on my birthday, I ran downstairs to get my camera and document the event.
I don't know if you can tell in these pictures (that i took through the window so I didn't have to get wet), but it was REALLY raining. I mean, it was raining hard. Here we have Schub standing on top of the tarp that he just put down, reaching into the gutter to find what was blocking it and creating the waterfall on our roof.
After we denied his request for a step ladder to put on the peak of the roof so that he could see better into the gutter, the doctor asked for his trusty shaving mirror so that he could get a better look.
Everyone wanted to check out what this crazy man was doing on the roof in the middle of "severe thunderstorms."
Mission: Accomplished. Afterward, he got out his shop-vac (that he got as a wedding present) and spent a good 20 minutes using it (for I think the second time in three years) on our ottoman. I think he lives for stuff like this. What a fun day for an adventurous man.
2 comments:
At least you didn't find an inflatable kiddie pool in your attic.
This story makes me laugh.
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