Well, Dad and Matt are to thank for our fantastically sheathed roof. We've had a little break in the weather and they both really got cracking framing up the overhangs and throwing up all of the sheathing. With a little tar-paper, this roof will actually do what a roof is intended to do! Dad leaves on Monday and Matt and I are both nervous about being our own task-masters, but I think that we'll find plenty that can get accomplished in the two weeks that he's away. First item of business is to finish shingling the Forrest Glen house, which will be a piece of cake with that gentle 6/12 pitch to walk on. Why did I think a 12/12 pitch was a good idea for our house? Why can't I ever do things the easy way? Heck, after we had the first floor framed up I was wondering why we even needed a second story...the first floor seemed so big and spacious...
Oh well, it is what it is and if Dad says it can be done than it can. It will certainly seem like a palace to us...easily the largest place Matt and I have ever lived in before. Much more spacious than our first apartment in San Francisco which was a cute 225 sq/ft. About it, Mum said, "one had to go outside to change one's mind". True that.
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