Bourgeois life in Ecuador today:
I'm doing a crossword in the family room, which is a former courtyard with a glass roof. It's raining and I hear an unfamiliar drip sound. That is, as opposed to the usual drip sounds. Because the glass roof overlaps older tile roofs, two now-interior walls have gutters & downspouts. There's lots of rain-noise, but no leaks since we re-glassed the roof last Spring. I look around- don't see any issues.
But the the rain gets heavier, and the unfamiliar drip changes to a gush- water is pouring into the room from an overflowing gutter. But one can't see into either gutter from inside the room. I run up to the stairwell so I can look through its window into the stopped gutter from the outside.
Interior gutter & downspout. Pushing hard, I could get fingers into the gutter from this side.
My whole life as a homeowner has been a war against water- either it's where I don't want it; or it's not where I do want it.
Rain, rain, go away!
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