The biggest problem we have from snow in our townhouse is ice damming. After a large storm, if the conditions are just right, we have one gutter that fills with snow and water from melted snow. At night when the temperature drops quickly, the slurry gutter slop freezes solid all the way to the roof overhang.
The next day the sun melts the snow on the roof, but because of the ice dam in the gutter the water has nowhere to go. Well actually water always finds a place to go, and with the gutter stopped up, it seeps its way up under the roof and drips onto the dining room ceiling. This makes a bit of a mess.
The town-home association has replaced this section of roof, but I know that is not the issue. The issue is ice damming.
Yesterday I took preventative steps against this event. While Mrs. C was shopping, I pulled out a step ladder, slammed it in the snow and climbed to the very top to reach the gutter. I scrapped the snow and slurry from the gutter and roof to make room for the next day’s melt off.
When Mrs. C came home, her Sherlock Homes instincts immediately kicked in. She spotted the disturbed snow under the roof, and the snow removed from the roof.
“What were you doing to the roof?”
“I was clearing the gutter from ice damming.”
“By yourself? What if you fell, you don’t have one of those ‘I’ve fallen and I can’t get up’ buttons you know.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“No you don’t! I’d rather have a drip in the dining room than a husband in intensive care. JERK!”
Now I know how Sally Fields felt.
“She likes me, she really likes me.”