Removing the fan. Expensive collateral damage.
I've had a heart breaking day. The inside of the shop is dripping like an incontinent senior. As I was getting into the shower this morning, Shane called to say the roof was leaking like a sieve; the upstairs smelled of burning wires and smoke was coming out of the ceiling fan upstairs. I rushed to work with unwashed hair wearing clothes picked from the laundry bin.
Ice packed along the edge of the roof from the rain gutters was melting and finding cracks to seep inside. It then ran along the walls and ceiling until finding openings in the vapour barrier, like around window frames or ceiling lights and once establishing a route, dripped to the beat of a very fast drum. We have dye pots everywhere to collect the water and towels that we have to squeezed out continually. Thank goodness for the vapour barrier keeping the leaks inside to a minimum but I hate to think what it's doing to the insulation..
Until this morning, the bathroom was the worst hit week, ruining part of the wall as well as traveling to the exhaust fan vent. There was a latex water bubble the size of a pregnant dog that I pricked it so the water emptied in a roasting pan. The paint acted like soft flexible rubber and grew to a third trimester. he kitchen as been leaking for days as well and Shane’s been dyeing wool with the lights off, dodging the drips coming out of the light fixture so he doesn’t get wet. My beautiful pristine building, how I weep for you as you weep for me.
So this morning, Shane and I had to go up on the roof to shovel the snow and break up the ice. I’m not afraid of heights and the snow is so deep on the low pitch roof that there isn’t much chance of sliding off anyway and even if I went over the side there wasn’t long to fall because the snow down there is about five feet high cutting out a third of the distance to the ground. When I got close to the edge I sat on my rump and pushed the snow with the shovel. It was mild today so we shed our coats and my hands didn’t even get cold. Shane, bless his heart, broke up all the ice, did so much pounding with the edger tool that his fingers went a bit numb.
Damn rain trough! Because of the ice pressing up against the building I now have several thousand dollars’ worth of repairs and that fan was expensive, bought to suit the classic wide mouldings and raised panels of the interior trim. Friggin champagne taste on a beer budget, I just had to squeeze out the extra bucks for a really nice fan and now it’s wasted, fried like chicken. It can't be fixed. We are lucky it didn't set the building on fire. Which goes to prove that things could always get worse so count the blessings. The electrician that answered my pleas for help, blessed be his name “Mike”, took it down and another dripping fixture to be safe not sorry. He got the power back on because we turned off all the breakers when the smoke started pouring out of the fan and then when I switched them back on they didn’t work. Why I am not sure, cause they worked with the Electrician did the very same thing. My poor gals were working in the cold and the dark. What troopers!
What a mess upstairs in my classroom, bubbles in the paint where water collected, streaks down the wall. My poor, beautiful building……. I suppose I should happily add, no rugs or wool were damaged in this disaster.
Ice packed along the edge of the roof from the rain gutters was melting and finding cracks to seep inside. It then ran along the walls and ceiling until finding openings in the vapour barrier, like around window frames or ceiling lights and once establishing a route, dripped to the beat of a very fast drum. We have dye pots everywhere to collect the water and towels that we have to squeezed out continually. Thank goodness for the vapour barrier keeping the leaks inside to a minimum but I hate to think what it's doing to the insulation..
Until this morning, the bathroom was the worst hit week, ruining part of the wall as well as traveling to the exhaust fan vent. There was a latex water bubble the size of a pregnant dog that I pricked it so the water emptied in a roasting pan. The paint acted like soft flexible rubber and grew to a third trimester. he kitchen as been leaking for days as well and Shane’s been dyeing wool with the lights off, dodging the drips coming out of the light fixture so he doesn’t get wet. My beautiful pristine building, how I weep for you as you weep for me.
So this morning, Shane and I had to go up on the roof to shovel the snow and break up the ice. I’m not afraid of heights and the snow is so deep on the low pitch roof that there isn’t much chance of sliding off anyway and even if I went over the side there wasn’t long to fall because the snow down there is about five feet high cutting out a third of the distance to the ground. When I got close to the edge I sat on my rump and pushed the snow with the shovel. It was mild today so we shed our coats and my hands didn’t even get cold. Shane, bless his heart, broke up all the ice, did so much pounding with the edger tool that his fingers went a bit numb.
Damn rain trough! Because of the ice pressing up against the building I now have several thousand dollars’ worth of repairs and that fan was expensive, bought to suit the classic wide mouldings and raised panels of the interior trim. Friggin champagne taste on a beer budget, I just had to squeeze out the extra bucks for a really nice fan and now it’s wasted, fried like chicken. It can't be fixed. We are lucky it didn't set the building on fire. Which goes to prove that things could always get worse so count the blessings. The electrician that answered my pleas for help, blessed be his name “Mike”, took it down and another dripping fixture to be safe not sorry. He got the power back on because we turned off all the breakers when the smoke started pouring out of the fan and then when I switched them back on they didn’t work. Why I am not sure, cause they worked with the Electrician did the very same thing. My poor gals were working in the cold and the dark. What troopers!
What a mess upstairs in my classroom, bubbles in the paint where water collected, streaks down the wall. My poor, beautiful building……. I suppose I should happily add, no rugs or wool were damaged in this disaster.
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That's me on the roof. Not exactly what I had planned for today but you do what you have to do and smile while doing it.
It's crying time again......
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Shane held the other side of the ladder with his his hands while the electrician climbed up the other side. We didn't have a proper step ladder but this is a trick to use in a pinch. Although this looks like a super hero feat, all the weight was on the step side so it wasn't difficult. When the fan was being disconnected, the water rained down on Shane through the opening in the ceiling, dripped off his hood into the bucket by his feet.
It was a three bucket serenade. One might have appreciated the melodious sound the water made when hitting the inside of the metal can if not for the dollar signs flashing before my eyes.
One of the many pregnant bumps from unprotected encounters with snow and ice.
The area above the washer and dryer. Lovely gash two feet long.
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