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Holiday weekend my *ss.


While most people were at the beach or the lake enjoying picnics and barbecues with lovely waterfront views this weekend…. my view was somewhat different .



Because of all the times my husband could have picked to replace a section of our roof?



He picked Memorial Day weekend. You know, the long weekend where rain was predicted Saturday morning, Sunday night and all day Monday. I suggested he postpone the repairs. He ignored me. I asked him to postpone the repairs. He told me it wasn’t necessary. I told him it was going to frigging rain! He got aggravated with me, said it would be fine and told me to go in the house.



More on this later.



If you’ve been paying attention you know we’ve had a serious roof leak for a while now. Our living room ceiling is a mess and though the husband has ripped off and replaced numerous sections of shingles he could never figure out where the water was breaking through.



Me? I’ve complained for years about the gutter leaking in the corner right above the doors… but he never paid attention. What do I know?



Apparently more than he does … because when they got it all stripped?



The only part of wood that was wet and rotted was right over the doors. (Please note it took a boatload of restraint for me not to scream I told you so. And I wanted to. I really wanted to.)



Of course in true nothing ever goes smoothly at our house fashion? Lowes called on Friday to say the shingles that were supposed to be delivered Saturday couldn’t be because the forklift on the truck was broken. This meant my husband had to pick up 9 square of architectural shingles, tar paper, nails and water shield in his old truck.



The photo doesn’t do it justice, but trust me… that sucker was squatted down so far I thought the rear tires would pop.


P.S….. for those who might be interested? After exhaustive diagnosis tests, the reason the truck left us stranded in NH was a rotted vacuum line to the EKG valve. I have no idea what that is, but someone might.


Baby barn progress.


So work continued on our project from Hell.



Trim completed, we started shingling the back half of the roof….. and if you know anything about the baby barn?

You know it wasn’t going to cooperate.




Oh, the first row was perfectly level.




Unfortunately…. it was also 5/8ths of an inch short.

If you’ve ever done roofing, you know what a nightmare this is. Tiny little strips of shingles had to be cut for every row and you can’t put them at the end. No, that would be too easy. They had to be tucked somewhere in the middle so it didn’t screw up the pattern… which meant cutting one other shingle on every row as well.

Time consuming? You could say that.




It literally took us all friggin’ day to do the back half of this little roof.

Okay, so the fact that the husband bought the wrong size flashing at Home Depot the night before   (because he went without me and therefore to the wrong store)  and then had to go back to Home Depot to return it the next day and get the right size flashing  (again without telling me and therefore to the wrong store )  and because Home Depot doesn’t sell the right size flashing  ( we’d bought the right size flashing across town at Lowes a month ago  )  he  also had to take a trip to Lowes.

The moral of that lengthy run on sentence? Tell your wife before you go somewhere so she can tell you you’re wrong. It will save you time and aggravation….. and she’ll thoroughly enjoy it.

No, that ridiculous waste of time didn’t help.

Of course, yours truly telling the husband he should have checked with me first didn’t help either…. but you know I had to.



Needless to say I put some physical distance between us after that comment.



I’m not sure the big barn porch was far enough, but at least it was out of hammer strike range.



So progress was slow, but it was progress.



And here’s a picture of a spider carrying off a dead fly….

Just for variety’s sake.



And then finally it was done.

But I didn’t get a picture because I was inside cooking dinner.

Hey, you’ve seen one crooked baby barn roof, you’ve seen them all.



We are definitely not mathematicians.


On a gloomy, overcast Sunday morning….we started putting trim board on the baby barn at 9:00am.




At 10:00am we were still on the first piece.




And yes, at 11:00am we were still there as well.




A wee bit.




Cutting angles is not our forte….. and it almost made me wish I’d paid more attention in 7th grade geometry.




A lot of serious thought, planning… not to mention cursing…. was going on right there.




And before you say “Use a mitre saw!”, we did. But the building is less than straight and square and when we finally did manage to get it right?




It was still wrong.




Thank God for flashing. It covers a multitude of sins.




So this side looked good.




But when we turned the corner?

Not so much.




How the Hell did that happen?

There was only one solution.




Sit on the big barn porch and photograph it from far away.


Much better.




More flashing, more nightmarish trim board.

And if you’re asking what I contributed to the project?

Besides acting as a general gopher…. because when the husband is up his tools are down, and when he’s down his tools are up… my contribution was this:




Classic tunes on shuffle.



There he goes again, ever the optimist.




Thankfully the husband used to do roofing when he was young, so yes. The shingles were perfectly level.




And because he was so thrilled something was finally level?



He checked it again.



And again.



I gave up on him at 6:00pm and headed inside for dinner, but he was out there until 8:00 trying to reach the top.



He didn’t quite make it.


Cape Cod, Day 2… JFK memorial park, the beach and some grazing geese.


Close to the harbor we found a nice beach…




Framed by those lovely shingle sided homes that are so typically Cape Cod.




And quintessentially coastal New England.




I’ve always loved them.




Up from the beach?




Canada Geese, lined up like bowling pins.




I love me some goosers!




And behind the goosers?




The JFK memorial.




On this day, quiet…








And filled with grazing geese.




I imagine this park is packed during the summer….




But happily we had it mostly to ourselves that day.




Well, us….




And 17 adorable water fowl.