mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
It's done. It is only right that I begin this by thanking the people who made the new roof possible.

Chris, I don't know where you get your energy but you amaze me.

Kent, Kevin, someday you're going to tell me "no." I won't blame you.

Rob, I enjoy your company more and more.

Brother William, you were an unexpected blessing.

My friends, I cannot express enough how grateful I am for your help and your friendship. Truly, I could not have done this job without you.



And now, on with the story:

I had hoped - with what now seems ridiculous optimism - to have the roof done in one day. After all, we were only re-roofing the dormer in the back. Ultimately, it took two days.

Sunday, in a single day we cleaned down to the plywood, a surface that hasn't seen the light of day in fifty years. There were four layers of roofing up there - shingles/tar paper for three layers, and roll roof/tar paper for the last. Tear-off was a much greater chore than we anticipated: it took most of the day.


We also found quite a lot of damage to the roof decking. It took three sheets of plywood to fix it all. While we were at it, we sistered two rafters, damaged in the ice storm of '84 and never repaired.

And the morning and evening were the first day.

Monday morning, ready for roof. The bright strip on the long edge and the lighter surface in the bottom-right are new plywood.
Today, we applied the roof. New aluminum drip edge on all three sides, a layer of 30# roofing felt and a layer of rolled roofing. Wednesday we get to find out if all this work was worth it: it's supposed to rain. IF there is a leak, and I don't anticipate there will be, at least I know this roof well, so tracking it down won't be a huge struggle.

And only two trips back to Home Depot and Lowes for supplies!

And the morning and evening were the second day.

Click to see all the pictures of the project

Casualty Report

After a day of climbing around thirty feet in the air with no injuries, late in the day I became the first (and only, as it happens) casualty. A piece of plywood large enough to use as a bookshelf was thrown from the roof (without a safety check first) and struck me on the right side.

I had my right arm up, carrying a sheet of new plywood, so the injury runs from my right breast to my right elbow. I can still use everything, but I may have a bruised rib or two, and it hurts to reach for, say, the rear-view mirror. It's uncomfortable to sleep on my right side. Even soft T-shirt fabric hurts against the skin of my right arm.

It's all manageable, though. I'm pretty tough. I just won't be doing any endurance guitar playing for a week or two.

And, yes I have photographs, though in deference to the more squeamish among my friends, I will not post them here. Should you wish to see the damage, go here. (Ladies, now's your chance to see me shirtless :)

And that's it. Two days, not six, though I'm still resting tomorrow. Mostly, anyway. A day at my desk in air conditioning, lifting nothing heavier than a coffee mug is resting by comparison.

Gratitude

I'm grateful that the weather wasn't its usual August-Oh-my-friggin'-sweet-sufferin'-Lord-HOT (though it was still miserable up there.)

I'm grateful that I'm capable of doing this work myself (within limits, but that's another story for another time).

I'm grateful that my friends recognize those limits and worked to keep me safe.

I'm grateful that my hurts are the worst suffered, and that they're mine and not someone else's.

I'm grateful that the job is done, even the cleanup!, though there are some odds and ends left to do.

Mostly, I'm grateful for the selfless help of friends.
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
It's done. It is only right that I begin this by thanking the people who made the new roof possible.

Chris, I don't know where you get your energy but you amaze me.

Kent, Kevin, someday you're going to tell me "no." I won't blame you.

Rob, I enjoy your company more and more.

Brother William, you were an unexpected blessing.

My friends, I cannot express enough how grateful I am for your help and your friendship. Truly, I could not have done this job without you.



And now, on with the story:

I had hoped - with what now seems ridiculous optimism - to have the roof done in one day. After all, we were only re-roofing the dormer in the back. Ultimately, it took two days.

Sunday, in a single day we cleaned down to the plywood, a surface that hasn't seen the light of day in fifty years. There were four layers of roofing up there - shingles/tar paper for three layers, and roll roof/tar paper for the last. Tear-off was a much greater chore than we anticipated: it took most of the day.


We also found quite a lot of damage to the roof decking. It took three sheets of plywood to fix it all. While we were at it, we sistered two rafters, damaged in the ice storm of '84 and never repaired.

And the morning and evening were the first day.

Monday morning, ready for roof. The bright strip on the long edge and the lighter surface in the bottom-right are new plywood.
Today, we applied the roof. New aluminum drip edge on all three sides, a layer of 30# roofing felt and a layer of rolled roofing. Wednesday we get to find out if all this work was worth it: it's supposed to rain. IF there is a leak, and I don't anticipate there will be, at least I know this roof well, so tracking it down won't be a huge struggle.

And only two trips back to Home Depot and Lowes for supplies!

And the morning and evening were the second day.

Click to see all the pictures of the project

Casualty Report

After a day of climbing around thirty feet in the air with no injuries, late in the day I became the first (and only, as it happens) casualty. A piece of plywood large enough to use as a bookshelf was thrown from the roof (without a safety check first) and struck me on the right side.

I had my right arm up, carrying a sheet of new plywood, so the injury runs from my right breast to my right elbow. I can still use everything, but I may have a bruised rib or two, and it hurts to reach for, say, the rear-view mirror. It's uncomfortable to sleep on my right side. Even soft T-shirt fabric hurts against the skin of my right arm.

It's all manageable, though. I'm pretty tough. I just won't be doing any endurance guitar playing for a week or two.

And, yes I have photographs, though in deference to the more squeamish among my friends, I will not post them here. Should you wish to see the damage, go here. (Ladies, now's your chance to see me shirtless :)

And that's it. Two days, not six, though I'm still resting tomorrow. Mostly, anyway. A day at my desk in air conditioning, lifting nothing heavier than a coffee mug is resting by comparison.

Gratitude

I'm grateful that the weather wasn't its usual August-Oh-my-friggin'-sweet-sufferin'-Lord-HOT (though it was still miserable up there.)

I'm grateful that I'm capable of doing this work myself (within limits, but that's another story for another time).

I'm grateful that my friends recognize those limits and worked to keep me safe.

I'm grateful that my hurts are the worst suffered, and that they're mine and not someone else's.

I'm grateful that the job is done, even the cleanup!, though there are some odds and ends left to do.

Mostly, I'm grateful for the selfless help of friends.
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
I have been asked if I will attend Jim's funeral. No, I won't. Not because I don't honor Jim, or didn't love him (for as little as I knew him.) I just don't desire to grieve this one in public.

The last time I saw Jim, he was sitting with Mary in my family room, talking about making a web-based sitcom about a guy who worked as a chef during the week and a barbarian character on the weekends.  They say that if you want to be a successful writer, write what you know, and so he did. Or started to, at least.

It never came to fruition. In his own words, he was extremely ADHD. I have no doubt but that it was true. We'd started - a month before - on a demo video for Barbarian Battles.

His dedication to kids and martial arts never flagged though. It was amazing to watch that energy and enthusiasm.
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
I have been asked if I will attend Jim's funeral. No, I won't. Not because I don't honor Jim, or didn't love him (for as little as I knew him.) I just don't desire to grieve this one in public.

The last time I saw Jim, he was sitting with Mary in my family room, talking about making a web-based sitcom about a guy who worked as a chef during the week and a barbarian character on the weekends.  They say that if you want to be a successful writer, write what you know, and so he did. Or started to, at least.

It never came to fruition. In his own words, he was extremely ADHD. I have no doubt but that it was true. We'd started - a month before - on a demo video for Barbarian Battles.

His dedication to kids and martial arts never flagged though. It was amazing to watch that energy and enthusiasm.

Jim Gasser

Mar. 31st, 2009 06:50 am
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
The curse for people like me, it is far easier to feel than to express. It's hard to communicate when it really matters, and I have been unable to deeply talk about Jim's passing beyond relating the bare facts.

I emailed Danny Reardon to let him know. His response was immediate and, like many of us, his heart breaks for the loss. What he said helped me put words to the feelings. With his permission, and with the hope that others may find comfort there was well, I will publish here what he wrote to me:

Courtesy snip )

Jim Gasser

Mar. 31st, 2009 06:50 am
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
The curse for people like me, it is far easier to feel than to express. It's hard to communicate when it really matters, and I have been unable to deeply talk about Jim's passing beyond relating the bare facts.

I emailed Danny Reardon to let him know. His response was immediate and, like many of us, his heart breaks for the loss. What he said helped me put words to the feelings. With his permission, and with the hope that others may find comfort there was well, I will publish here what he wrote to me:

Courtesy snip )
mapsedge: (Raleigh)
We're back safely from a lovely 1/2 weekend with [livejournal.com profile] rowangolightly and [livejournal.com profile] thebruce. Had the opportunity to make new friends, make friends of one or two acquaintances, and renew friendships already strong and full of spirit. Now home, renewed and recharged.

A quote from Katie:

K. Where did you and Daddy go?
M. Coweta, Oklahoma.

...pause...

K. Why didn't you go to regular old Oklahoma?

Hee. Yep, we're home.

Geek moment: arrived home to find a package I'd ordered waiting for me on the front porch: a dual head video card. :) I'm working between two monitors now, a HUGE benefit to video editing. I've set myself a challenge to see if I can take what footage I have (which, dear readers, you already know is cut to shit by bad directing) and make a few coherent scenes with it. Tonight, though, a bit of sewing before bed.
mapsedge: (Raleigh)
We're back safely from a lovely 1/2 weekend with [livejournal.com profile] rowangolightly and [livejournal.com profile] thebruce. Had the opportunity to make new friends, make friends of one or two acquaintances, and renew friendships already strong and full of spirit. Now home, renewed and recharged.

A quote from Katie:

K. Where did you and Daddy go?
M. Coweta, Oklahoma.

...pause...

K. Why didn't you go to regular old Oklahoma?

Hee. Yep, we're home.

Geek moment: arrived home to find a package I'd ordered waiting for me on the front porch: a dual head video card. :) I'm working between two monitors now, a HUGE benefit to video editing. I've set myself a challenge to see if I can take what footage I have (which, dear readers, you already know is cut to shit by bad directing) and make a few coherent scenes with it. Tonight, though, a bit of sewing before bed.

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