Friday, October 08, 2010
Tear Down the Metal - Part Deux
But the section I wanted to roof for this year is 95% complete now. Maybe 3 more bundles of shingles, some caulking, a temporary cap and I am done with the roof for this year. Next year I will take on the opposite inside section on the front of the house.
Oh boy, I can't wait.
I am pretty sure it was 1983 when I put on the steel roof I have just removed. As I fought to pry out the hand pounded 16 penny galvanized nails I used to attach the wood runners under the steel roofing, I asked myself repeatedly just what the Hell was I thinking when I put this existing roof on by myself. Each section came off so hard, I was sure that I was not thinking, just pounding nails because I could. I was 31 years old and still numb as the 28 ounce framing hammer I used to persuade those big spikes into the ancient hemlock rafters that supported my roof. I am sure they went in as hard as they came out.
The fact that Bike Shop Jim and I had to struggle to remove the nails was actually a good thing. It showed us without having to remove much of the subroof that the framing was sound. But I still cussed and fussed. Damn those nails came out hard.
I have 3 days coming of sunshine and decent temps to finish the job. Today, I think about it and maybe clean up some of the debris. Maybe I'll grab a coffee and head down to Town Hall and see if I can roust a demo permit for the dump. Or maybe I will work on the perimeter trail I am cutting in around my property. Or maybe today, I'll do what I do best and just contemplate all the work I ought to be doing instead. Thinking things to and then past their logcal conclusions can be almost as satisfying as viewing the finished product. Visions of possible leak free winters to come makes me smile.
So today I leave the hammer, the sawz all, the crow bar in the garage. Forget the bitch-e-than, roofing nails and caulk for a day or so. Let a normal day unfold instead.
Besides, my hands hurt like Hell.