My memory grows
shorter the longer I live. I said I’d
never do another roof, and then some devil prompted me to say yes, I would.
It isn’t too high
nor too steep. It only has three vents
protruding. Therefore, it should be
easy.
About a day and
my memory got a good refreshing.
Can you spot
what’s wrong in these pictures? Probably
not. What’s wrong is concealed in my
back, arms, and legs—aches and pains.
As usual, I used the most modern equipment
Helper Joe and I
finished the house Saturday morning. (We
began on Tuesday.) The garage just about
got me, even though it is lower with less of a pitch than the house.
My left leg found
the hole in the center of the picture.
Note the yellow handled shingle shovel to the left of the missing
board. It weighs about 20 pounds but has
the endearing quality of pulling nails—without the operator having to stoop or
work on bended knee.
A rain squall hit
at 5 p.m., just as we were putting on the final strip of paper on the garage. The rain didn’t amount to much, but it was a
good excuse to give it up for the week.
Pretty sad when
rain is news.
I managed to be
gone somewhere every night this week, Monday to McCook for barbershop,
Wednesday and Friday to Herndon to avoid cooking, and Thursday I was the MC for
the city’s volunteer appreciation bash.
Former Kansas
Governor Mike Hayden was the keynote speaker.
Mike, the Mayor, and Mike’s parents.
I still managed
to catch a few baseball games on the tube this week. We should finish the roofs tomorrow. Then back to something a little more
civilized—and a little closer to Mother Earth.
NextEra, the wind
farm folks, sent me an invitation to an open house on Monday October 29. Sounds like a good excuse to check out the
newly-planted wheat. Maybe by then my
legs will feel well enough to take a guided tour 250 feet up one of those
towers—if they offer such a thing.
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