Da Roof
I'm babysitting/dog-sitting while Kim stomps around on the roof, pulling up old nails. We've been at this for just over a week. It seemed like it was going to be a pretty straightforward job. Pull up the old, worn shingles. Lay down the new ones. It isn't entirely shocking that we found another set underneath. The bigger surprise was the third layer made up of tar and gravel, poured over a layer of fiberglass. Of course, we didn't find those until we pulled up some rotted wood at the edge of the back of the house where the rain had been settling and soaking, bit-by-bit over the years. The complications slowed progress, and rain came earlier than forecast when we started the job. We did our best to cover the roof with tarps, but the rain was too strong, and leaked throughout the house (except, of course, the waterproof bathroom, where the ceiling already had missing tiles). Somehow we had enough buckets, totes, pans, towels, blankets, and laundry to catch and ab...