Leak

Tuesday night I hear Todd yelling as he walked into the library as I brought Adam to bed.  Came down to find torrential rains had turned the ceiling into a crazy leaking mess.  Leaks all over and as we soon figured out...a long-time leak in the corner behind the bookshelf that ruined many of the Stephen King books that had been dad.  They were moldy.  Not much to do but throw them out and feel like I was throwing out a piece of my dad.
The next morning Kevin was here first morning and I had the kids helping me set them all over the patio open to dry out.  Every book I own(Ed) was for a reason.  I realized my collection was like the story of my life.   They are just books but irreplaceable.  Gifts or mementos.... A memory or a friend. I think I will be able to save many that didn't mold.  It looked like a book refuge camp.
Meanwhile, Kevin said is was a gutter problem and cobbled some thing together.  I made him open the ceiling.  My gut told me it was a mess.  I was right.   Saturated insulation and Sheetrock.   And he was right about the point of entry.  I don't get upset when things can't be helped.  But a poor choice of gutter placement caused this mess.  This wreckage.  This money pit. He will be back in a couple of weeks to fix it all.   I think Todd needs to rip the gutter guy a new one.  Oddly, he seems reluctant to do so.  All this while we ripped up Adam's floor the day before in his bathroom from another leak.  The house that always has a water issue.  Sigh.