So last night we slept with the windows open for the first time in a long time. Once we shut the lights off and everything got quiet we heard and odd rapping sound. We listened to it for a few minutes before I finally got up and looked out the window. I couldn’t see anything below or to the right, but when I looked left I saw what looked like a telephone pole leaning up against the house.

Profanity ensued while I got dressed, grabbed a manly flashlight and went outside to inspect the damage. Turns out a strip of fascia had been ripped off the side of the house in a recent storm and about ten feet of it was hanging off the roof.

So today I had to do something about it. Last night I was envisioning thousands of dollars worth of repairs in my half asleep state, though then I remembered that’s why we have insurance. Thanks God for insurance. Of course this was a piddly little repair and wouldn’t be worth the deductible. I called around this morning and it would cost a few hundred bucks to fix.

Or, I could find a ladder and do it myself.

Turns out I did one better and found a ladder and a squirrel more than willing to run up and down the ladder. A good friend came over with his ladder and some tools and repaired my fascia. While he had his ladder handy he also removed the useless antenna attached to my chimney that did nothing but stress the old brick chimney.

What a guy. Of course that left me with little to do but stand around and watch.

We thanked him with a trip to Perkins, which is hardly a fair trade. Oh the joys of home ownership.