On The Roof

Images: laying out tar paper on the south "extension" of the roof.

(Taken yesterday)

I was rudely awakened by my alarm at 8:30 this morning. To show my defiance, I got out of bed at ten to nine. After eating a hasty breakfast I went outside and joined Dad on the roof.

Yesterday we had begun work on the south side of the roof, to the tune of Bruce Springsteen and then some Eric Clapton. The whole extension portion of the roof got done, and a bit of the full-

size section. This makes much more sense if you know what the shop looks like.

Today we continued on the south side, but more to the tunes of the High Fidelity sountrack, a little 92 CITI FM, Neil Young, The Guess Who, The Police and Boston. Now that you know exactly what I've been listening to, I'll tell you about the roof. Almost all the shingles are in place, just the peak of the roof still needs shinges. I did a lot of cutting today, cutting shingles and tar paper (which is particularly nasty to do if there's even a slight wind). I also helped lay out rolls of shingles, and occasionally staple down tar paper with a sweet tool Dad has, it's like a combination of a hammer and a staple gun. INSANE!

General Shack life is going all right, though Bruce (the dog) seems to be having a fair bit of difficulty adjusting to the new situation. Otherwise it's pretty quiet. No structural disasters or surprises from the fridge yet this work week.