Thursday morning we got up bright and early. My entryway looks more like a hardware store than a pretty little foyer.
In almost no time at all, Mare had one side of the mansard roof shingled.
And then he shingled the other half, and we put up a metal roof edge.
After that we wandered around a little bit while we waited on the lumberyard to deliver the roof decking and the rest of the roofing materials for the flat part of the roof. We went to lunch while we waited. We came back from lunch and waited some more. At 1:30 p.m. the lumberyard called to say that they wouldn't be able to deliver our supplies that day. This is the third time in as many weeks that this has happened. Grr.
So I scraped some more paint off the east side of the house, and I wondered again why I left the most daunting wall on the whole house for last. Why? Why??
Friday morning we got up bright and early again, because the lumberyard said they'd deliver the roof decking "first thing in the morning". Apparently their idea of "first thing in the morning" is 9:30 a.m. Grr.
And then it started raining. Sigh.
While it was raining, Mare and I stood in the front parlor and talked about how we were going to get five sheets of 5/8" roof decking from the sidewalk to the roof. One at a time, obviously, but still. In case y'all are also small people who aren't super-strong (or if you're just curious) this is how we did it: we set up two ladders a few feet apart, picked up a sheet of plywood, leaned it against the ladder, and pushed it up as high as we could while standing on the ground. Then I held up the plywood all by myself and channeled my inner Xena Warrior Princess as Mare ran over, climbed up the other ladder, balanced on the rafters, and grabbed the top of the plywood. He pulled and I pushed while climbing up a rung or two on the ladder until we had the damn thing wrestled onto the rafters. This was not fun. At all.
All hail the first sheet of plywood, nailed in place.
Four more times of wrestling plywood (only two more of which were full sheets) and the porch roof was decked.
See that roll of black stuff in the photo above? That's rubber roofing. It gets rolled out and glued down like giant strips of wallpaper. Only a bigger pain in the hiney.
Especially when there's only about an inch and half between the porch roof and the eaves of the house roof. So I made an applicator out of a paint stirrer, a sock, and a rubber band so that my son could get the glue all the way back to the edges of the porch roof. The rest of the glue was rolled onto both the roof decking and the rubber roofing with a paint roller on a pole.
And then the wind came up and blew a flap of the rubber roofing over onto itself so that it stuck together, and without thinking Mare ran over to pull it apart, stepped in the glue, and nearly became a part of the roof himself. I would've taken a photo but I was too busy laughing and trying to act like I was having a coughing fit so that Mare wouldn't get mad at me.
Later I got this photo, though, which is even better.
Judging by the goofy look on his face, I'd say Marion is pretty happy that the roof's done.
I probably had a goofy look on my face too, after we stood in the middle of the street and looked at the porch for awhile.
It almost looks finished, doesn't it? Almost. Except that there's no ceiling in it, it doesn't have spandrel, and it's not painted...