We recently had a leak in our roof. The next to last big storm we had opened up a large portion of the roof and my husband who was home at the time (luckily) came upstairs to find water pouring through the bedroom window. Being the handy man that he is, he got what he needed and plugged the hole to save further damage. After the rain stopped, he got some kind of material and patched the hole himself and then called a roofer.
The roofer called this morning to give us our options. Of course there was the tear off option where the roof portion would be torn down to the rafters and then rebuilt (the more expensive option) or we could make do with a larger patch. I am not sure which way to go because he didn't give me the cost, but requested to talk to my husband who has been dealing with him. In this case I don't mind him dealing with my husband; but that's another entry. At the end of the conversation, he remarked that we had a very nice house.
It makes me smile to have a total stranger tell me that. My husband and I work very hard to keep up the house. Granted my husband still has not finished the bathroom, and neither of us are very fastidious housekeepers, but we try to keep the place tidy overall. If we know we are having guests over, we clean thoroughly, but generally that doesn't happen otherwise and there are clothes, magazines, and dust lying about. Especially now that the summer is here, we spend more attention to the outside. So it is really nice to hear that our hard work has paid off. Because, yes, I think we do have a nice house and I am pretty proud of it.