Over a year ago, we had the back wall and part of the roof removed from our house . It was not a cosmetic choice to renovate, but rather one that was prompted by a phone call from our neighbor the winter before during a really wicked windstorm.
"Hi, this is your neighbor across the road. Your roof is blowing off."
It wasn't the entire roof, but rather the roofing material, and yes, it all blew off. The part that was most annoying - other than losing our roof, was that it was less than ten years old, but was supposed to be good for thirty years. Someone lied to us. No, we don't have any recourse. Sometimes we feel a little like Fletcher, Jim Carrey's character in the movie Liar! Liar! when he's dealing with the impound yard:
Fletcher: You - -LIAR! You know what I am going to do about this?
Motorpool Guy: what?
Fletcher: Nothing! Because if I take it to small claims court, it will just drain 8 hours out of my life and you probably won't show up and even if I got the judgment you'd just stiff me anyway; so what I am going to do is piss and moan like an impotent jerk, and then bend over and take it up the tailpipe!
So, we started looking for contractors, and finally got one to take off the roof.
Then, we spent several months trying to get it insulated, but ran into a bunch of issues with that, because it got cold, the room isn't heated and wasn't insulated, and there's this thing called condensation.
Blown-in insulation doesn't stick to wet walls.
In the meantime some really awesome things happened. I entered a contest sponsored by the Biddeford Savings Bank for $500 to go toward a renovation project ... and I won!
More than a year later, we finally had the drywall delivered. This weekend, we're putting it up.
I am thankful.