PJmomrunner
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The day before yesterday we had heavy rain in my area and my 17 month old roof leaked just below the skylight in my bedroom for the second time. The first time it leaked I called the roofer and he said he'd come by between jobs and take a look. He came and it was fine for months, but leaked some in this heavy rain. The roofer didn't call back on Tuesday after I left a message with his daughter-in-law so I called again on Wednesday and left a detailed message on the answering machine--doing my best to explain exactly where the leak was. Still no call back.
Well, this morning I was lounging in my living room in my cheetah print fleece jammies when I heard the unmistakable low rumble of the trash truck. On trash day. Where's my trash? Not at the curb! So I run to the kitchen and grab the bag out of the compactor and run out side, slinging the bag into the trash can as I RUN down the driveway dragging it behind. Lucky me! He's two doors down and I'm the next stop. I retreat up the driveway and turn to see the driver grin and wave. Oh well. At least I got the trash out.
So then I give myself a boot in the rear and tell myself to go get showered, dressed, and on with the day. Into the shower I go in my usual attire. As I'm rinsing my hair I hear someone in the house! No one should be in the house! It's too early to be my daughter. Is the house on fire? Is a neighbor coming to save me? Already a bit alarmed I catch a glimpse of work boots and jeans on my roof through the skylight in my bathroom! While I'm in the shower! If I can see the man on the roof...well...he can see me! So I back myself into a corner where I can't see the man and bide my time, happy that I've got streaming hot water to keep me warm. But at a complete loss for what to do. I've got no towel hanging over the door and no robe nearby.
Eventually, I cracked the door open and grabbed the bath mat to cover with and backed out the door into one small spot in my bedroom that can't be seen from the other skylight. When the coast was clear I grabbed a towel, got dressed in the closet and went to talk to the roofer. He was gone. And, dammit, I think he completely missed the right skylight!
Well, this morning I was lounging in my living room in my cheetah print fleece jammies when I heard the unmistakable low rumble of the trash truck. On trash day. Where's my trash? Not at the curb! So I run to the kitchen and grab the bag out of the compactor and run out side, slinging the bag into the trash can as I RUN down the driveway dragging it behind. Lucky me! He's two doors down and I'm the next stop. I retreat up the driveway and turn to see the driver grin and wave. Oh well. At least I got the trash out.
So then I give myself a boot in the rear and tell myself to go get showered, dressed, and on with the day. Into the shower I go in my usual attire. As I'm rinsing my hair I hear someone in the house! No one should be in the house! It's too early to be my daughter. Is the house on fire? Is a neighbor coming to save me? Already a bit alarmed I catch a glimpse of work boots and jeans on my roof through the skylight in my bathroom! While I'm in the shower! If I can see the man on the roof...well...he can see me! So I back myself into a corner where I can't see the man and bide my time, happy that I've got streaming hot water to keep me warm. But at a complete loss for what to do. I've got no towel hanging over the door and no robe nearby.
Eventually, I cracked the door open and grabbed the bath mat to cover with and backed out the door into one small spot in my bedroom that can't be seen from the other skylight. When the coast was clear I grabbed a towel, got dressed in the closet and went to talk to the roofer. He was gone. And, dammit, I think he completely missed the right skylight!