We arrived home Saturday afternoon from Tennessee to a cloudy, windy Raleigh. Our landing was awful. It made me sick for the entire rest of the day. When the pilot says, "The flight attendants will not be making their final check," you know you are in for a rough ride. I was never so happy to be on solid ground.
Thankfully, it was at least warm outside. We made our way home, and as we got closer, the stoplights and gas stations were out of power. It struck me as we turned into our neighborhood that we might not have power either. Sure enough, we didn't. It stayed off for about thirty minutes and came back on just in time for the wind to pick up again. Off it went again (only for another 30 minutes, thank goodness). After about ten different "severe weather alerts" on our phones for tornado warnings, we made our way downstairs and Aaron made a space in the pantry in case there was an actual tornado. At least we would have food if we were stuck in there.
Then we just sat on the couch and watched the storm out the back window. After about five minutes, a few shingles rained down in our backyard. Uh-oh.
The wind and rain left as quickly as they had come, so Aaron made his way outside to see if they were in fact shingles from our house. He came back in a minute later to tell me that we hadn't just lost "a few" shingles. A big section of them had blown up and over our house and were littering the street everywhere. We live in a townhouse, and we are on the end. Somehow, we were the only ones with any damage. Go figure.
Our nice neighbors drove up about that time and helped us clean up all of the shingles. They informed us that the driving range next to our neighborhood had their four-story nets and poles broken and snapped in half, so I think we were just in the same path of that awful wind.
We lost "half a square" of shingles according to Aaron's older brother who knows things about houses and came up to assess our damage. Aaron made several phone calls and I stood by for moral support (I don't know what I would do without him in these kinds of situations...).
After talking to the HOA today, we are pretty sure they will actually take care of it! Praise God!
I am positive we didn't catch the worst end of the deal and there were probably other people that had a lot more damage from the wind. We are thankful that nothing worse happened, and it was a good thing we had made it home!
So, our shingle-missing roof is still keeping us warm and dry, and that is something to be very grateful for. It just gives us another fun adventure in our life filled with no handyman knowledge. Thanks to everyone who gave us shingle advice. We appreciate it!
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