From 4pm - 10pm Monday, I held the roof onto my house. No, really.
During Hurricane Sandy, aka, the Frankenstorm of 2012, I was extremely prepared. Water, go bag, food, print books to read during a power outage--you name it, my OCD thought of it. There was just one thing that I, and my landlords, forgot: the roof hatch, a fire escape in my back closet.
- It was about 3pm on Monday; winds were picking up, and there were things blowing around outside. I started to get a little nervous when I heard something on my roof.
- The thump thumped again, this time across the roof, a tumbling noise. I went to the back of the house, slowly, and noticed light and a breeze coming through the cracks of the doors of my back closet. Opened the doors to find that the lid to the fire escape roof hatch had blown off.
- The lid is super heavy, and is normally quite snug against the lip of the opening. I climbed the ladder to see that it had indeed been blown across the roof. Crap.
Went downstairs and told my landlords, Peter and Sheila, what was going on. Sheila came upstairs with me, and Peter followed after. I went out onto the roof (in a non-gusty moment) and retrieved the lid; we put it back on. It blew up again. Sheila got some nylon rope, and we tied the lid down, and then to the ladder.
- The rope was pretty secure, but the lid kept lifting and moving every once in a while. I'd go back, climb the ladder, and re-secure it, but 15 minutes later, it'd thump and move. Called my dad, who suggested creating a turnbuckle with a piece of wood.
- That it a great job for a while, but then the nylon in the rope was stretching more, and the lid would come loose. Then, the more we tightened it, the more we kind of pulled up on the back of the lid that faced east, where the wind was coming from.
Called Pop again, who suggested moving the side ropes back on the lid and lessening the leverage of the back side. Smart guy, that one. But we couldn't move the ropes; everything had been quickly and hastily tied... now very tightly.
Here's the problem with this whole lid-blowing-off thing: it's not just the rain. An open window/door/whatever during a hurricane creates a pressurized situation that allows very little wind force to lift a roof right off of the house.
Only thing we could do was take turns holding on. Holding on to our roof.
- This held for another 15-20 minutes, and the ropes snapped. And the lid went.
Peter was up there at the time and was able to hang onto it for a couple minutes. We scrambled to find more rope in the house, wire, cables, anything. Then the wind gusted up, and the lid went right across the roof. There was no way anyone could go onto the roof to get it; we were in the thick of the storm by then.
I called my brother, who has prepared for and lived through several hurricanes. I asked him what we should do. "Get heavy duty tape and start taping that door shut. Then get plywood and nail over the door. You've got to stop the wind from coming into the house," he said. I hung up and we went to work.
- My biggest concern was trying to figure out the direction of the wind. Was it sucking in, and pulling on the doors? They open outward, so an inward sucking motion was only being stopped by a couple of magnets. Or was the wind pushing in, and we were doing our job? The doors were jiggling in the gusts.
- I called my parents to let them know what was going on, and what we'd done. I sent my dad picture of the setup, and he suggested putting shoes in between the plywood and the doors, to stop them from jiggling. That worked like a charm.
We took a break and started to decompress. Later, Peter and I agreed that if everything held, we'd wait until the winds died down in the morning, and we'd try to repair the roof lid. Peter would call to see if Lowe's was open to get some heavy duty nails to secure it until we can install a hatch mechanism.
I was shaking madly, and finally checked back into Twitter and Facebook. The love was overwhelming. Truly.
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- Norman DeValliereI love the word "turnbuckle."2012-10-31T21:11:42.577Z
- Roseanne Lugggood story, Deanna. You could have been BORED siting inside, wondering what it was doing outside. You got to have a little bit of the outside in :) 2012-10-31T00:07:34.987Z
- Emergency DiscounterLike reading a cliff hanger book! Whew.2012-10-30T17:02:13.987Z
- Wendy AbbottQuite the ordeal! So glad you came through it all OK. And, from now on whenever I hear the phrase "batten down the hatches" I am quite sure I will have a...Quite the ordeal! So glad you came through it all OK. And, from now on whenever I hear the phrase "batten down the hatches" I am quite sure I will have a mental image of you in your bike helmet holding on to your roof hatch!more2012-10-30T15:49:14.025Z
- Mark KerrAwesome story -- so glad you and Izzy are safe!!!2012-10-30T14:49:37.576Z