Friday evening, a time to relax and unwind from the last couple days of shoveling snow and struggling to get back and forth from work. Then there was that strange tapping coming from the back bed room. The sound was too familiar to ignore... that's right, the damn roof was leaking! Too late to deal with, buckets were placed.
Saturday and I'm on the roof sweeping ankle deep water over the frozen eaves box and into the yard. The solid ice in my down spout wasn't defrosting any time soon so I made a decision to punch a hole in the side of the eaves box to allow the water to flow off the roof. At least the leak in the back room ceased but now there's something else to fix in the spring.
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