The roof is done.
I’ll post a full project wrap-up next week, but right now I’m too stupid tired to coherently tell the full story.
For the weekend, I leave you with some photos of what happened this week.
The before shot: A portion of our 110 bundles of shingles sitting on the roof awaiting installation
Work begins: Matt and his dad start stripping the old shingles off the roof
The end of day one: Note the naked roof and the new shingles waiting to be installed
Let’s take a bit closer look at this photo, shall we? This image pretty much sets the scene for the rest of the week.
The dirty duo: Matt and me at the end of day one.
This is the “I’m trying to smile, but every single muscle hurts right now and I’m too tired to make the proper facial expression” look. Oh, and the reason the upper half of my face is the only part of me that is clean is that I was wearing a hat and sunglasses all day. I’m sure if I hadn’t the dirt would have been up to and into my hair.
The toad that showed up on the roof two mornings in a row. If he’d brought his tool belt, we might have let him stay up there. And can I just ask, what is it with us and amphibians?
The sun rises on the second day of shingling: On day one–also known as the 15-hour day–about two-thirds of the roof was shingled and the remaining old shingles were stripped.
The end of shingling day two: As the sun sets, Matt gives his best Scott McGillivray pose on the finished roof
A few minutes later: Matt’s muscles give out and he collapses from exhaustion–nail gun in hand still wearing his hammer, tool belt and knee pads.
I’m wishing everyone a good weekend. I sincerely hope that Matt and I will be doing nothing.