
See the gray shingled wall, center? It looks so innocent, right? Like all it needs is fresh new paint, right? DON’T BE FOOLED!

For, at the very top, I pulled away, by hand, a punky shingle. And there was nothing behind it. Oh. That’s not good. Not good at all.

I pulled away more shingles. Oh. This isn’t good, either. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh dear. This is soooooooooo not good. Not good at all.

I should NOT be able to see the back of the chimney to the Octagon Bedroom.

And I should SO not see the oak dresser in the Octagon Bedroom!

As I fled the house in terror, I did pause a moment to appreciate the flowers. Thanks, Scott!
OMG I feel sick just looking at this! I am so sorry!
Oh Ross NO NO NO. The house saved the worst for last, thinking if this were one of the first things you saw, you might flee in terror & not come back. You fled, but you’ll be back. The house will probably be a little bit warmer in the winter after this is all repaired and looking Ross perfect. Hang in there, the finish line is in sight, as is a glass of wine or two tonight.
I think it’s a BOTTLE or two of the wine tonight, but I have no doubt you’ll be madly ripping out the rot and making things crispy again tomorrow. Well, by next week anyway. For now, have a good cry with the cats.
Oh dear… deep breaths, Ross. You’ll repair it and it will be watertight.
Thank you for the plants, Scott. That is one less thing that Ross has to do.
Wowie, wow wow! As the song says, that is “b-b-b-bad to the bone!!” This is definitely a job for none other than Mr. Ross. Keep your chin up, kid!
Hugs, Ross. You have had a rough week.
On the bright side, you can inspect the wiring and masonry again…
(Feeble, I know. I tried.)
Merde! That’s extremely unfortunate… Sigh. Listen, go rest up and snuggle the kitties. Watch a classic movie. **Hug** This will be a funny story someday! I promise! Also, I know you can fix this. You’ve got this.
What a GD nightmare. But, at least you found it. You’ll have it repaired in no time. And give the gutter a kick for me while you’re at it.
This looks pretty bad, it’s true. But just imagine if you hadn’t found it now. That room would always be cold. There would probably be some whistling that you couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. And in a couple years when the paint thins or chips off, or that shingle breaks, you would have to go up there again and discover that mess. By then you will probably be The king of vintage lighting and much less willing or likely to get out the scaffolding and embark on a full scale restoration like you’re doing now. Really, this discovery NOW is much better than it would be in the future. You’re prepped, you have all the tools within reach, you have lots of practice and you have the time. You know how to repair this.
No big deal. You got this!
I think this post would have been better written in a Dr. Seussian style.
OY VEY!!!!
As so many others have said, better found now rather than later… but yes, I hope you enjoyed a bottle of wine and some mindless TV last night. (I can recommend “Hamilton” for putting stuff in our own lives in perspective!) And as usual, your writing makes me want to jump in the car and come meet you – that last line about fleeing in terror and yet stopping to appreciate the flowers had me cackling out loud!
Awful! Awful! Awful!
Good you found it before it got worse!
You are the guy to make it right!
Bless your heart! Big hugs to you!
Beautiful plants bring joy!
BREATHE Ross, you can do this!
The good thing is that it appears the rot is mostly the top few boards- also interesting that the sheathing in the Southeast corner was diagonal and this appears to be horizontal- so a least you don’t have remove shingles you already painted
Look on the bright side. It doesn’t look like you will have to tear EVERYTHING off, including all the already painted shingles.
You will handle this with your usual aplomb. Dare I ask if you have checked to see if the sheathing under the shingles on the wall to the right intact at that level? Hope that part is solid, but better to know now.
OMG I’m so glad I’m sitting in a bar with a drink in front of me while reading this entry. This is what I call an F F F moment.