It's a truism of home ownership that the prior inhabitants of your home were wrong about a great many things. Our last home had lousy windows, bad attic ventilation and drainage issues that boggled my mind.
Didn't these people have EYES?? I would exclaim.
HOW could they let this go??
The answer of course is, easily. Selling the house is easier than fixing a great many problems. I solved our old houses drainage by band-aiding it until I could sell. Months after we sold, I ended up getting a tour of the old house from the new owner. The guy was in the process of completely renovating the kitchen and wanted me to see the new stairs he'd installed. As an aside he mentioned fixing the backyard drainage (by drilling through over six feet of clay - running two 4" pipes to the front and installing a french drain). He rattled off the numbers on how much water would pile up in the backyard after a typical deluge (something in the tens of thousands of gallons) and mentioned that after he finished, his neighbors no longer got water in
their basements.
Then he showed me the table he was making out of the scrap wood of the old kitchen door and leftover stair parts.
I want to be that guy. The guy who leaves a house in a condition where the new owners say
Wow, we SO lucked out! The last owners really fixed this place up."
Better than we found it. Just once.
So we've made some reasonable headway with our current place. Did the kitchen - got the landscaping/drainage out of the way - but there's been a looming issue we've been putting off because it's fabulously expensive.
The roof.
Much like our old place, we were told by our inspector that the roof would need to be replaced in the short term (3-5 years) and two winters have demonstrated beyond any doubt that we have inadequate ventillation.
In our heads, a re-roof job was going to cost us twelve grand or more. Not because we'd done any research, but because our experience has taught us that life sucks and twelve large seemed like the minimum number it would take to utterly suck.
We began getting bids. We called The Man (from our kitchen job) and a few others and the numbers were considerably better. Still expensive - but something we could dig deep to do. We joke to our friends how we're praying for a hailstorm before we get going, but we're going to have to get this done. Our roof is not merely old and badly ventilated, it leaks. A leak that was disclosed as a "fixed" issue by the prior owners - but clearly and obviously has been leaking for some time.
I keep picturing dad's disapproval for my having put in a kitchen without fixing the roof first.
Roof! FIRST! You want your fancy kitchen to get wet? Somehow, this is the opposite of motivation. I put off scheduling the job until after the Norway trip. Now here we are in fall, and I'm yet to get something scheduled.
And then... magic:
That, my friends - is a hailstone. One of surely thousands that hurled themselves against my house a few weeks ago. Sounded like a freight train, woke us in the middle of the night. I was positively giddy at the thought that this could help defray the costs of a roof.
With our luck, it wouldn't be much (the roof is old) but anything is something, right?
In the morning, I eyeballed the roof and saw nothing out of order. Downer. The roof vents had serious dents, but I don't know if that means they'd pay for the vent replacement or what. Having never put in a claim for this sort of thing - ya kinda expect the worst.
The adjuster came last Saturday - I wasn't going to be home, but he was early so I was there when he started.
"Sir?" He was over on the side of my house.
I walked over thinking of the disastrous state of my side lawn - and waiting for him to tell me "you can't claim this."
Instead, he points to a length of vinyl rain gutter that looked like it had chunks bitten off of it.
"That's hail there. And this siding is totalled."
WTF?
At this point two thoughts run through my head:
1) I haven't been on this side of my house in
three weeks?; and
2)
Score!!!!!
I'm unsure what the proper decorum is for dealing with an adjuster.
Will he be offended if I whoop with joy and ride horsey in a circle right there? Should I wait??
I opt to focus on reaction one: "Wow! If I'd have seen those holes - I would have called sooner!"
The Adjuster takes a piece of chalk and rubs it sideways across my siding. What should (on undamaged siding) look like a wide blue band looks like polka dots with a blue background.
Siding. Not even what I was calling about or hoping for. The back of my house is the same. Blue with polka dots, over and over.
He goes up on the roof and I have to get the boy ready for his soccer game. We're heading out and I call up "How's it look?"
He snorts at me, as if to say:
You really need to ask?
"Totalled. Good time for new roof, too, this one's about done. Good thing you have a replacement policy, eh?"
I have a replacement policy? I am soOOOoooo resisting the urge to go all horsey in a circle.
He throws me a few pieces of the shingles to drive home the point that my roof is kaput and there's no better time to get a new one - especially one that my insurance will pay for.
I bite back euphoria and thank him for his time. "Wow," is the best I can do.
Incredibly, my slow rolling on this particular item has paid off. If we'd have done the roof first thing, we'd have been out of pocket and probably had to cut corners on the kitchen.
Instead, we're going to reroof, ventilate, fix the damn leak and reside with insulation.
Procrastination: Boo yah, baby!