I got home from the gym and settled into the couch with a bowl of Amy's Chunky Tomato Bisque soup while Pete stayed late at the garage fixing up Nic Cage, our vintage Honda motorcycle that we hope to get working for the summer. At some point the news switched on the television, Ernie and I became a dog/human pretzel, and together we listened to the snow and rain pelt the upstairs skylights. Pete came home and headed to the bedroom to change and wash the gasoline off his hands. A few minutes later he yelled down to me. It was what every home owner -- new or seasoned -- hates to hear.
Pete: "Hey! I think we have a leak!"
My first reaction was to close my eyes and pretend I was sleeping, naively oblivious and lost in overgrown dog fur. But, alas, I jumped off the couch and ran upstairs.
Me: "Where? What's going on? What room?"
Pete: "Guest room. Over the light. The same spot that we saw during the inspection but was told it was an old water mark."
Me: "Okay ... well at least it isn't a new spot." (Being female, I am queen of The Rationalization.)
Pete: "I'm climbing into the attic."
Now let me take a minute to describe what "attic" in our house means. In the bathroom there is a terrifying hole to the left of the skylight that a man even a hair larger than Pete would probably find incredibly claustrophobic. Inside this hole Pete hopes to find treasures that were stashed during the Great Depression. Inside this hole I expect to find the tiny rotting corpses of many intrepid mice as well as a good amount of asbestos. So it wasn't that I didn't want to find the root of the leak in our guest room ceiling, it was just that I didn't want to find the leak at 11:00 on a Tuesday night with dim lighting and poor ventilation.
Pete, ignoring my "Hey, why don't we crawl in that gross space in daylight?" suggestions, bravely suited up with a respirator, head lamp, and a bucket to venture into the attic.
My comment to Pete after all his late-night heroics: "Did we really need to use the kitchen pot to catch the water? Yuck."
(Let's just say the look he shot me was very much deserved.)
In other news: this weekend Pete and I will be patching the roof. Yay!