Who thought of this friends and family idea anyway?
After some good down time on the farm, my family headed to Lansing, MI to visit my sister and re-roof her house! Now, you'd have to know my father to understand the scope. He can't stand to not have a project, and likes things done right, so he's had his eye on Karla's faulty roof for years. When we found four layers of asphalt shingles, nailed to each other atop a bed of cedar shakes, which barely held onto half rotted lath, my father was still not deterred. For days, we hacked, smashed and fought to clear half the roof in order to make way for the laying down of plywood sheeting--the beginning of a modern, weatherproof, architectural look. It was an unconventional crew--father, daughters, Fred and some of my sister's professor friends--representing a most degreed group of roofers. We ended each day late with our muscles aching and our skin enough shades darker from roof dirt we could have passed for a new ethnicity. And then, the un-forecasted rain began. Then it continued. Then it poured, adding a nightcap of tarp duty to our already overburdened routine. We were feeling sorry for our tired muscles until the kitchen ceiling took an even worse beating from a torrential downpour. We had a 4 AM pow-wow, placing tupperware, towels and all the pots we could get our hands on in an effort to save the laminate floor. We finished the weekend with most of the shingles laid and the rest of the roof efficiently covered so...we could start again the next weekend! In the spirit of untourism, we've extended our stay, we are hanging tight with our roofless sister until she can rest easy, and dry!
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