Rain. That is what I said. I tell you, we wait for it to rain here in the AZ with grand anticipation. The problem is the while 6" per year thing. So, I have the roofer scheduled for Oct 16. That's 9 days to you and me. Nine. We can't wait for our little storm for a measly 9 days? No, we have to get a gully-washer today and soak the indoors of the new Crandall home. And let me tell you, that really soaks. The back side filled with water (sounds like the start of an enema story) but it would not drain out, so it drained into the basement...a little at a time. Just enough to drip in 4-5 places and cause extreme constraination. I tried with all my might to suck out the fluid with a rather large machine I purchased at Home Depot but the damage was already done. Debi used the ever popular 'closing the barn door after the cows are already out' speech on me. That one never gets old. The kicker is that the forecast including the extended forecast shows no more rain until the roof is on. Famous last words.
You see, the issue is that the roofing had to be pealed back in order to tie the framing into the existing house. That said, I thought the
So, basement living isn't all it's cracked up to be. More butt jokes. Sorry. I think our biggest problem is no kitchen.
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