Everybody got their second hat to give to someone they loved and got a chuckle out of that.

And.

Behind the downspout where the walls do a right hand turn in this zigzaggy added-onto old house, where nobody had noticed before–and we’d all looked all around for such–I found a new damaged spot at the bottom of the old siding a few days ago. (To Mom: outside Sam’s old room.)

One of the men poked it with a metal bar and said at least it wasn’t mushy in there.

I’m wondering if I should call the termite people back on their warranty first.

Chris came out and looked at it this morning.

Me: “Do we have to”… (Thinking, there goes another eight grand or so.)  –edit in the morning after getting the estimate: the siding will be far less than that, assuming there’s not more going on behind it. One definite yay on that.

He understood, but answered what we both knew to be the truth: “It’s only going to get worse.”

Meantime, the roofing people called yesterday. They’d been bumped off till later and later to the point that they were going to patch the bubbles in the foam and forget about it till spring because they were booked solid.

But what about the rain?

That’ll be enough for now, it’ll work, they assured me.

But the good part: we had signed a contract for a recoating of the foam layer. They’re going to redo it altogether, the entire roof (not skipping the part under the solar panels) at the contracted amount to make it up to us.

Okay, but I want that in writing.