7and8

The wife discovered the leak.  She immediately called my father.  I was touched and I know he was too.  But see, every time I talk my father about my back yard he tells me to clean my gutters.  I could clean my gutters quarterly and it still not be enough, they just get filthy.  I missed it this year and I'm sure it would have helped had they been clean but the foot of snow and ice this past week had something to do with it too.  But Dad won't talk about that.  I'm in for more gutter lectures.

After talking to my father she called a Handyman service to come out.  This was an awesome move! I have heard about this before but didn't know the details or how to fix it or even where to start looking for the trouble.  Handyman helped us out and didn't take all of our money either.

So now I'm up on the ice covered roof chipping at the ice dam and installing the heating wire to keep the ice melted.  The wife promises she will check on me.  I find I left the clips for the wire on the kitchen table.  I don't want to get down because stepping on the ladder to get off of the roof is the scary part for me and I sure as hell don't want to do it twice.  For 10 minutes I'm screaming her name and throwing chipped ice at the door trying to get her to come out.  Then I resort to swinging the wire to hit the door.  After 15 minutes (which on a cold, wet, icy roof is a long time) she comes out and looks at me like I am crazy.  Don't get me wrong; I love this woman with all of my heart but there are times in a marriage when you just want to smack the spouse in the back of the head and give them the "WTF?" look.

Things are looking better now and I don't wish this on any one.  My day off will now resume...as the sun sets.