A couple of weeks ago, an extremely irritating high-pitched noise began to emit from the top of my house. I wasn’t sure if aliens had begun transmitting from my chimney. If so, I would have to call Newscoma immediately!
The noise could be heard both inside my house and throughout the neighborhood. Not good…I’m sure my neighbors were cussing me out, especially late at night.
I figured out that the noise occurred every time one of the turbines on my roof would spin with the wind…which these days is almost constantly.
I would have to hire a roofing company to come and fix the turbine, which I knew would be paying somebody about $200 to go up there and spray 50-cents worth of WD-40 on it to stop the squealing.
Great…another expense that I can’t afford.
Then, Ron suggested that I climb up into my attic to see if I could reach the turbine from the inside.
Genius!
So after work yesterday, I climbed up into my attic, through the rafters — careful not to put a foot through the insulation and through the ceiling, balanced myself, reached the hole in the roof where the turbine is, and sprayed that wonderful fix-all solution onto all contact surfaces of said turbine.
I spun it, it squealed for 1 second, and then stopped! It hasn’t made a sound since! I fixed it!!!
I love it when I can fix things all by myself without having to call in a repairman and spend money. I feel such a great sense of accomplishment.
I am woman, hear me roar!
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I AM ALL THAT IS MAN!
I am involved (usually as a board member, but I’m taking a break this year) with a program called Mountain T.O.P. Although we’re best known for our youth program, I got involved through our adult ministry, which places volunteers onto the Cumberland Plateau for week-long camps during the summer or long weekend events in the spring and fall. Most of our adult volunteers are working in home repair — and the great thing about our program is that we try to put together each team with a mix of experience levels, from contractor to complete novice. We sometimes have little old ladies who’ve never held a hammer in their lives crawling around on a roof nailing down shingles. It’s a real hoot. My mother went to one of our weekend camps and for several weeks afterward, told everyone she met how she had gotten to mud drywall, in the same tones you might use to describe your first visit to the Grand Canyon.
Cat on a hot tin roof…
You put me to shame. There is a, shall we say, “indentation”, in my bedroom ceiling that’s been there a little over 5 years. I was doing some work in my attic, and just plum forgot that you can’t step between teh joists, and almost stepped clear through.
Now, I am reminded of my inadequacies in attic work, but also in walboard repair.
Do you charge much?
Nice work.
you go ginger…. lube up that turbine like a pro!
Spectacular!
You did take a portion of the money you saved to buy yourself a treat … didn’t you? When I replaced my furnace blower motor, and saved a couple hundred bucks, I celebrated by eating out *and* supersizing the Diet Coke.