Homework…

…not an “old school” h word

On June 23, 2015 our little neighborhood in Maryland was struck with a catastrophic hail storm. We were home when it hit. At first, we thought it was quite a spectacle to witness. We took some photos and Hubster ran out to grab a couple of the pieces of hail.

Hubster’s Hand Holding Hail (4H)

(I couldn’t resist the “H” alliteration)

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He only did that once because as soon as he got out there the hail took a turn for the worse. It went from golf ball sized to tennis ball sized in a blink. Suddenly, the sound on the roof became a parade of elephants trampling across rather than the pitter-patter of pesky pecking pigeons.

More 4H

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View from bedroom window

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By the time it was over, we actually felt like all was well until Hubster looked at his car. Pockmarks graced the hood and roof. My car was parked safely under the humongous oak tree which provides afternoon shade for our driveway. The tree, which we typically curse in the fall due to the amount of leaves that blanket the lawn, suddenly became my car’s protector.

Hubster’s car was 13 years old. (We tend to drive our cars for a long while.) Anyway, he thought about getting it repaired, but instead opted for a shiny new vehicle. My car was two years old so I offered to switch his new car for my more classic vehicle. This option was nixed.

About a week after the storm, we had another thunderstorm; only this time, torrential rain. Rain cascaded over our storm gutters. The next day, Hubster decided the gutters must be clogged. He took out the trusty ladder. Once he reached the gutters, he noticed the screens which are supposed to protect the gutter from getting clogged were all bent in from the hail storm the week before. He also noticed the roof was pitted. Ugh!!!!!!

We had to get a new roof, rain gutters, and down spouts.

Roof being delivered last August

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Since we were getting a new roof, I determined other outside “homework” (the school teacher in me) must take place. I did the hard work of choosing the shingle color and popping over to Home Depot to choose the new siding, shutter, and door paint colors.

Hubster completed the majority of “homework” by painting the entire house late last summer.

I chose the new light fixtures as well. He acquired the electrician to install.

Our neighbors were quite impressed with “our” homework. Many inquire if we are moving…No, we are not moving.

Home, Sweet Home

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It was worth all the work…please, no more hail.

 

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My little annual garden by the mailbox always brings a smile to my face.

Have a great day!

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10 comments

  1. Katie Clooney says:

    Hello sweet Beemie! We had a 10 minute rainstorm that destroyed every roof in our Texas hood. Insurance was great and took car of everything. Your house looks beautiful. Enjoy your week!

  2. Kelly L McKenzie says:

    How Horrific is that hail storm? Man alive. I’ve never seen it that bad. Here, on Canada’s west coast, the hail is pea-sized. I can’t imagine how loud it must have been. As for the neighbours comments, I get that. We ripped up our carpets to expose the hardwood underneath and it meant moving all of the furniture out. Into a weensy mobile storage unit. Can’t tell you how many people asked if we were moving!
    Very smart of you to paint at same time as the roofing. Bet it was exhausting but SO worth it.

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