Blech.
I need to go smack this home's previous owner with a large trout. This is getting ridiculous. The roofers came this morning to repair half of the roof (the flat torch down part). I get a call while at Flynn's doctor's appointment, letting me know the status of my "roof." It was a big ol' sandwich of rottenness up there. Instead of replacing the rotten wood the last TWO times, he just put more wood on top. Three layers of rotted wood were protecting my bedroom from the elements. Criminy sakes alive. This is bad, so let's just cover it up and not deal with it. Hooray!
Some scale: the house is approx. one foot off the ground. When standing outside, the pile is higher than the boy.
If this is the condition of the roof, I am dreading what we'll find when we redo the siding. Aaaaaahhhh!
P.S. Flynn is napping through the noise of roof installation. Amazing!
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