So, roofer dudes show up Thursday morning - it's slighty drizzly, but that's good cause they have to rip stuff off - and it's going to clear by the afternoon - they worked and worked and made the mess you see in the last post.
Friday, they roll felt paper. And need more of that. Wife number one shows up. They nail shingles until everytime they step on one, it leaves a swirl on it - they leave.
Saturday, they nail shingles all day - like 6:30 am until mid afternoon - go home - take naps - come back and nail shingles until dark. By this time the dogs believe there is a constant thunderstorm occuring over our house and are about over it all. Wife number two with child shows up.
OH BUT WAIT - Saturday morning - Brent comes into my office and sits and says "I am about to throw up." Apparently, we will be needing $1000 more in shingles.
$1000 more
Okay. So for those of you that do not know, I HATE dealing with money - loans, large amounts, whatever - just hate it - and voila - i am sitting there going - well Brent - give me a minute, and I will go crap a couple of gold bars.
Needless to say we found the money and got the shingles. which going on with the story brings us to SUNDAY.
Sunday - nailing shingles at 6:30 in the morning - yes our neighbors were probably pissed, but at this point, a two day job has become a four day job. A 43 bundle of shingle job has become a 95 bundle of shingle job - a 3400 square feet of shingle job. . .
Wife number one from the time she arrived has been helping the guys - cleaning up stuff - sweeping, orgazinig - she's got OCD or something - but hey - she didn't mind it -
Wife number two brings the baby and sits out in front of the house. They are super nice and all, and eventually everyone leaves. Two o'clock Sunday. Quiet - naptime.
So that night we celebrate - the main guy didn't take as much as we thought he would cause he was so upset about underestimating the number of shingles, so we celebrated with Chinese for dinner. Of course we didn't eat until like eight. And while I was out picking it up, the rain started. Just in time to test out our new roof.
MMMHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
So I am eating my delicious General Tso's chicken with my chopsticks of course, and we're watching something on TV, and I hear it. PLOP PLOP PLOP. That's right. Water dripping into the attic. So I freak and jump up and then it comes down right next to my chair - so i put a bowl under it. By this time we are both up on our feet trying to decide what to do and are scrambling.
I have to climb up in the attic - THE ATTIC - I don't climb that ladder - it has a weight limit - plus - I don't climb that ladder - but anyway - water is coming in by the chimney and running down a rafter to where it is dripping. So we have to cover the chimney.
So I go out and the neighbor is not home - he has ladders - of course he's not home. Then I call Dad. WELLLL, that brought on him fussing and of course i wasn't to go on the roof in the rain and what was I going to do and let's think about this - and this conversation ended abruptly when I said "I'm coming to get the ladder." CLICK
So we got the ladder, I got up on the roof and covered the chimney with a tarp tied on with a rope. By the time I get back down, we find out that Mike has called and is actually on his way (a two hour drive) to find out what the problem is.
He gets here at ten. Goes up top. Finds out that his brother and helper did not caulk the FOURTH SIDE OF THE CHIMNEY. So he does - covers it back up to let the caulk cure, and goes home.
Last night I climbed back up on the roof. I took the tarp off. It has rained off and on since - no leaks - fingers crossed.
And that - she says with a sigh - is the story of Lisa and Brent's roof . . .
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