Thursday, February 16, 2012
Up On The Roof: One Hot Story
A few years ago the roof on the garage of the weekend house started to leak. Now both the garage and house roofs were original and we knew replacement would be needed at some point. When the first leaks appeared in the garage...it was time.
When this happened I believe, was in late summer. As we usually take off some time in September, I came up with what I thought was a brilliant idea. Why don't we do it ourselves? Even as I wrote those words, I cannot fathom they actually flew out of my mouth. So we thought about it. A two-car garage, one story...how hard could it be? Mind you neither of us had ever replaced a roof before...hell I had never even stood on top of a roof before.
So we consulted with our contractor, who I'm sure thought we were insane, he ordered the materials and lent us the tools we needed. Middle of September in the Poconos...weather should be perfect. And it was, except for the 90+ degree temperature the entire week. The first day of stripping off the old roof wasn't too bad, except for the temperature and the nails and the temperature and the up & down the ladder and the temperature. Laying down tar paper and having the shingles delivered all in one day. A truck with a crane dropped them right on top of the roof, but the bundles still needed to be moved into position. And did I mention they are heavy as hell.
The days went by, the heat never changed. From early morning until late afternoon, little by little we got it done. The end of the week, rain was forecast...we crossed our fingers and hoped for the best. The rain came, the leaks did not. A job well done. And though I am proud to be the only woman I know to have replaced a roof...it is definitely a job I will never do again.
I may be a force of nature and I may be a few shingles short of a bundle...but I am definitely not a roofer.
Anybody seen my nail gun?