I noticed some cracks in the ceiling around the kitchen skylight this morning; the weight of the recent snowfall had made itself felt. Snow had piled up on the skylights before the rain melted it off and away - the wet, icy, 9" weight was heavy - I actually heard the cracking when it happened. But I did not know where the sound originated from until this morning:
The cracks concerned me.
I don’t like the castle compromised.
I reached for Bob’s phone (which I inherited): snapped a few pictures of the damaged areas … and jetted them off in a text to a friend; who happens to work in the realtor business, and asked her if the cracks were an immediate concern – or could they wait a bit to be attended to?
Bob would have known … but I don’t know; and my friend gave me good information concerning my questions (1) have someone look at the situation – in this case, the original roofers that replaced the roofing tiles when we bought this house in the summer of 2017 (2) contact our homeowner’s policy holder if there is storm damage; insurance will cover the repair expenses if I need to have things repaired.
So, that is what I did.
And the roofing company got back to me speedily 😊
A fella dropped by an hour later to check my humble castle’s roof …
He said everything looked fine on the roof (no leakage issues); and the skylight was secure – it will not collapse onto my head. The skylight itself was not damaged. All the ceiling cracks need is cosmetic plaster patchwork: a noteworthy weighty widowhood learning curve.
I can do that 😊
Not me, personally; but I can hire someone to do that.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief, thanked him, and was settling comfortably into the cushy recliner … when I received a text.
A worrisome text:
So, I reached for the phone again, and called The Dick Hannah Office in Vancouver to inquire about the snafu.
I need the car!
I can’t afford to replace it, if the text message was for real.
The girl on the other end of the air waves checked my vin number against any recalls the Office had received and told me my car was not listed. Then she said, that the Office had “accidentally” mailed out a batch of texts like the one I had received (so it was “the real deal” from the real Office); but it wasn’t accurate: she said she’d been fielding calls all morning from other worried patrons, and was “sorry for any inconvenience”.
INCOVENIENCE????
WHY would the Office DO something like that?
HOW could something like that even happen?
Assured my car was fine, I thanked her, ended the call … and prayed to God nothing else would put a kink in my ‘island of rest’ day.
It’s 8:32 PM here, and everything has gone smoothy since noon.
I’m gonna kick back, sip a little bit of wine, and let the weight of the day slide off 😊
