The day I brought Serenity home from the dealer, it rained. I drove her over to a friend’s house and was showing her off — my brand-new home! — and she was all wet. Inside, not outside. Not a pleasant discovery.
I promptly took her back to the dealer, of course, and asked that they please keep her under a roof until they could fix the leak. Whether rightfully or not, I attribute some of her later problems — the two times the awning died, the demented fan — to that first leak. Water’s not supposed to enter the roof.
The dealer said that they couldn’t replicate the leak, which seemed implausible, given how very much water had come in on that first day, but they decided it was the sealant around the fan and resealed it. A couple times since then, I have suspected water might be coming in, but the amount was small enough that I wasn’t sure. A wet spot on the cushion is always potentially attributable to B chewing on his feet or a careless splash from the sink.
But in West Virginia, there was really no doubt: water was coming in through the air-conditioner. The van’s no longer under warranty, so I wasn’t going to take it back to the dealer. Instead, I ordered some goo, my brother got out the ladder, and I climbed up and coated the area with sealant.
I have no idea whether my repair will actually be successful. The area that is most probable for a leak is hard to see and to get to, because there’s not a lot of room and the awning gets in the way. I didn’t want to put any weight on the awning or set the ladder up in the street which might have offered a better view, so I just squeezed a bunch of goo in there and hoped for the best. But I felt super accomplished when I was done. Woo-hoo, I climbed on the roof and did my own home repair!
Note to self: next time, braid your hair! It was blowing all over the place, which was not exactly convenient.
I also put air in the tires. Not for the first time, of course, but it was the first time it went smoothly. I’ve done it often enough now that I feel pretty competent. I actually remember what the icons mean on the air compressor which is so helpful!
This weekend, I’m hoping I can convince my brother to help me change the oil in the generator. Supposedly it’s an easy job. I’m not sure I will find it so. But if I do, I will feel very accomplished. Changing my own oil = major-league adulting, I think.
Love the photo! Thank W-for taking it. Also, impressed with the home/auto repair. I just scheduled maintenance for mine and told the guy I needed a ‘husband’ to check my car and since I didn’t have one, I was paying him. He chuckled, but another thing I love about my auto repair place is that the person who usually works on my car is a woman who knows her way around a vehicle. Did I tell you you were bad ass?!
🙂 You did! And I think I’m pretty wimpy, really — I am not climbing any mountains! But I did feel very accomplished for my goo-squeezing. We didn’t do the oil change, because it required too many things that I should have purchased ahead of time, ie ramps to drive the van on, a socket wrench, etc, but I may try to do it in Florida. I think having to learn to tolerate being dirty has been really good for me.
You have to admit you’re willing to tackle any and all jobs concerning maintenance on your home. Kudos to you!!! You’re braver than I am for climbing on that roof! LOL Here’s hoping the goo filled the leaky spot and you have no more moisture inside where it doesn’t belong! Happiness is…
Actually, when the plumbing broke in Montana, the guys on the Facebook Travato Owners group tried to talk me through doing the repair myself and the more I learned, the more I knew that was never going to happen. Anything that sounds like it’s going to require hand strength (for removing & tightening screws, for example) is probably not for me. And I will never be the person to change or try to repair a tire on the van. If I get a flat tire, I’ll be sitting & waiting for rescue! But squeezing some caulk out is definitely within my capabilities and the fact that it was on the roof just made it more interesting!
Judy, Judy, Judy said:
You rock. So many women wait for a man to do everything. You do it when you can and own up when you can’t. Sure sign of wisdom in my way of thinking.
Aw, thank you! *blushing*