The Roof

You see this roof?

This very roof?

This is one butt-ugly roof.

There's only one thing to do at a time like this.

Get a Dumpster and throw away the butt-ugly ghetto couch from the front porch.

Goodbye Butt-Ugly Scurvy Front Porch Ghetto Couch. 
Goodbye forevah.

No, wait. There's another thing to do at a time like this. Hire a guy and his crew to come and take the old roof clear off our 1915 house.

But first? Tarp it up.

Monday was cold, and winds were gusting to about 6 million miles an hour, and there was only one thing for Mistah and me to do at a time like that. Make like a tree and leave. Get the hell *out* of there. After taking a couple of photos.

The anxiety I felt at the height the boys were at in that wind was tempered only by how impressed I was at their mad tarping skills.

And that old roof? Off . . .

. . . and straight onto the deck.

But oh dear. Big Glitch. After two layers of roof came off, underneath were cedar shingles. A wooden roof, how quaint. But underneath that? Wood slats instead of plywood.

Wood slats look cool, but you can't put new asphalt shingles on them. Oh no you can't. You need *plywood*.

Sigh.

But whaddyagonna do? That's my mantra. And the crew is so awesome and conscientious and neat . . .

. . . you see all this crap? They made it go away. This is what we came home to:

End of Day 1.

Then Day 2 dawned.

Brrrrrrr. Day 1 was was blowing, but Day 2 was *cold*.

And . . . the infamous plywood started to go up.

We're everyone's favorite neighbor at 8 in the morning.

This is the time of day when I tell the boys to be careful with their giant plywood sails and run like the wind far far away from the house.

Aw jeez. Be careful, guys.

It's all pretty cool, though, how confident and smooth and experienced they are. But they're so bloody high up. My niece Chapel Hill Girl would never make it as a roofer.

They plywooded the whole south side, and the plastic wrap* went on top of the plywood . . .

*polpropylene What-ever.

. . . and they even got started on the north side.

End of Day 2.

Can't wait to see what Day 3 brings today . . .

To Be Continued . . . ?

Oh, you better believe it.