You see, math-impaired Keryn was the one who calculated the area of the roof, and thereby produced the numbers from which all the supplies were ordered. Somebody really should have checked my work, because it turns out that 17 + 16 = 33, not 23. (Just a little pro tip for you.)
So we kept running out of everything, and having to run back and forth to the various stores to get more plywood, flashing, boards, and tar paper. By the time we discovered the severe lack of shingle-age, the roofing stores were all closed. So we didn't quite get finished. And it was all my fault, and I'm never going to live it down, and nobody in the Ross Family will ever let me do math again. (Wait...that doesn't sound so bad, does it?)
Other than that, everything was great!
Early morning, with tarps covering places without plywood.
Teenage boys gathered around the food table, check. Grandma helping Grandpa with his coat, check. Michelle and Kim checking Steve's work, check.
The day was cool and overcast, but with enough sun to keep the workers from getting too cold. Mostly.
Michelle is our family's photographer. I love this picture of her!
Grandpa and John cutting plywood. Seriously, what would we have done without all this help? It would have taken us five times as long!
Working hard, or hardly working? (I kid, I kid. These boys--Nate, Gabe, and Seth--worked their tails off for us. What awesome guys!)
Want to see something that gives me the shivers? This is a wasps' nest. Kinda pretty, isn't it? Why in the world would have give me the heebie-jeebies?
Because this is what we saw when we took off the fascia boards. That's not insulation. Oh, no. That is 67 years worth of WASPS' NESTS. (Cue the cold shivers up and down my arms. Ugh.) Fortunately, there were no wasps, as it is still too cold for them.
Let's look at something much nicer, shall we? My nephew J., aged almost 6, showing off his "muscles". He is a charmer and a half.
Grandpa, hard at work.
Don't you love the color of the eaves? I am so excited about it. It is crisp and bright and a great contrast to the orange bricks. And there is my husband, painting the eaves so our insurance doesn't drop us.* (*Inside joke for Telima.)
Meanwhile, back in the house, Grandma was loving her granddaughters. She loved and cuddled and admired and generally adored her little grandchildren, stuck inside. She even taught Yum Yum to pull herself up to stand.
Lo and behold, the first shingles--at almost 3pm. Much work still to do, and the weather was worsening fast.
Lowering clouds and my niece E. started helping with the shingles. (She was bored inside the house, and who can blame her? Her next nearest cousin in age there was Zee, a full five years younger.)
The peanut gallery.
The shingles are starting to run out, and frustration is starting to build. (At least in me, it was!)
Finishing what we could, the front door gable didn't get covered with shingles. It does have the waterproof tar paper tacked on well. (Bradley picked up the extra shingles today and we'll finish it tonight.)
Big fat rain drops began to fall and huge winds started to blow as we started to clean up. The major rain held off until Sunday afternoon--and then did it downpour! Bradley and I just sat on the couch and watched the water sheet off the (mostly finished) roof. It was beautiful.
I can not thank my family enough for taking time off Friday and Saturday to help us with this huge project. You all rock!
(I am so sorry I messed up the measurements.)
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