I will admit it, I am afraid of ladders. I get up on one fine, but as soon as I hit the top and it starts wiggling ever so slightly, I panic. So I was sooo thankful when Phil said he could handle the roof and I wouldn’t have to leave the ground. However, after watching him scramble around up there with our dads for days, I began to feel bad. They were all working really hard, and (although I was working hard inside the house) I felt like I might not be pulling my weight in this project. So I put on my big girl pants, grabbed a pitchfork, and hauled my butt up there.
I wasn’t up there too long before the guys decided that really I was kind of slow and would be better at handing them tools from the ground (meaning: getting out of their way), but I did learn all the steps involved in properly roofing a house, and I did get to shingle my very own little overhang above the back door. :)
The roof was a mess. It had AT LEAST three layers of shingles (Phil’s dad swears there were six), and parts of it were so rotted you couldn’t set foot on them. It took us two weeks to rip all the layers off, replace the rotted overhangs, patch the holes, and nail down the new shingles. I honestly wasn’t sure we’d ever get done. The result, however, looks so much better than I ever thought it could. And even though it looks really, really good, more importantly it will not allow for the shower that took place in the stairwell and living room every time it rained. This roof was the biggest thing standing in the way of our new home, and now that it’s fixed I’m thinking the rest of the house will start to fall into place. A big thanks to Phil’s parents, my parents, and Trav (Phil’s friend) for helping us get through something we never would have survived on our own.
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