A roof to die for.
Had the tundra idling in the parking lot of the metal shop @0800. Loaded, the strapped down and back on the road by 0815.
We were marking the sheets on the saw horses in prep for pre-drilling ops at 0900.
OCB giving me one of those “It’s your roof and one of us old phat arthritic codgers needs to be top side straddling a 2x6. IT’S YOUR ROOF and I’m not falling of and breaking my neck” looks, casually says “Do you want me on the roof?”
“No, it’s my roof” I mumble under my breath. Silently giving thanks to my maker it’s not an 8/12 pitch and 95* F.
“You sure, I don’t mind at all. You be careful up there” he says, unable to stifle a look of unchecked relief.
It’s been awhile since I’ve played the part of a metal roof ballerina. Happy to say there were no casualties to report and the roof is on (-) trim pieces and the zippered 10” boot for the triple wall stove pipe.
I liken the day to the mating of hippos in the wild. There was a lot of grunting, huffing and puffing. Had to reposition at least a hundred times, eternally thankful no one was watching and when it was finally over, I didn’t want to do it again until next mating season..
Big day on the hill tomorrow. I’ll have CB and OCB on station. Probably assign roofing duties to the dynamic duo and I’ll muddle through a litany of mundane tasks.
Post script:
Things are heating up on the hill.