Yesterday I was at the Cross House. And it began to rain! Whenever I am at the house during a storm I run outside like an idiot to see what is happening with the gutters and downspouts. Is all well? Well, yesterday I saw that the very top of the octagon tower, which has a built-in gutter, had water flowing OVER the huge cornice, like a waterfall. Huh? What? That is NOT supposed to be happening. Water is supposed to run ALONG the gutter and then exit through the downspout.
I stared at this unexpected and unwanted waterfall flowing down in front of the two arched windows of the tower, and the large window below.
It was obvious that the downspout, around the corner to the right, was blocked.
But how to get to it?
A sensible person would have waited until the rain stopped, the house dried, and then corralled Justin into helping.
A sensible person, however, was not in evidence yesterday at the Cross House. And the person who was in evidence (who shall go unnamed) could only think of one thing: My baby is being damaged! MUST PROTECT BABY!
So, the unnamed idiot climbed out through the top-floor door (right arrow), walked along the built-in gutter, around the corner, and to the downspout in question (left arrow). Unnamed idiot was TERRIFIED, TERRIFIED and FUCKING TERRIFIED.
(Warning: DON’T LOOK DOWN!) Upon reaching the downspout, Mr. Unnamed ran a long thin stick down through the spout from the top. This dislodged…nothing. Mr. Unnamed rammed and rammed and nothing happened. Except the bottom elbow fell away. And sticking out from the spout was a rotted wood roofing shingle. Which proved to be compacted with many other rotted wood roof shingles.
It was clear that when the octagon tower was redone several years ago, the roofers were casual about cleaning out the downspouts after they tore off the old roof.
Which means that this downspout has been compacted solid for over two years. Two years of rains and storms and snow.
Two years of damage to the house which the new roofing and relined gutters were meant to prevent, not cause.
Oh, Mr. Unnamed was maaaaaaaaaad!
The totally compacted elbow.
After pulling out the rotted shingles from the spout, the whole gross putrid mess RUSHED out, revealing rotted wood, rusty nails, dirt, and red circles (the roofing nails used for the underlayment). All this mess was tossed to the ground.
And the TERRIFYING death walk was repeated in reverse. And Mr. Unnamed aged several years in the process.