As I blog I can hear the saw going outside – sawing up new boards for the ones that need to be replaced. As we pay for the new boards by the square foot (materials and labor separately), I’m hoping that sound stops soon.
The garage is done. The new shingles are, interestingly enough, black as ordered. They look black. They are black in color. Simple black. As ordered. Standard, standard, standard to quote myself. They do improve the curb appeal of the house over the curling up, algae-ridden shingles although I admit to a subconscious desire that a (very expensive) new roof would transform our 1959 ranch into some sort of magic realistic vision.
Everything has been pretty much fine with the normal bumps you find in a big project. The first day a couple of fuses were blown – the one for the master bedroom and part of the living room was obvious and I swapped it out (Note: Snakelady replaced a fuse and it was not a big deal), but the family room now has no working outlets. Not so sure about that one. Hubby will call Hunk Poet Electrician. On day two, one of the springs on the attic staircase went flying into the living room and could not be put back. This has happened before but was fixable and it wasn’t quite so inconvenient then as when you’ve got people that need up into the attic repeatedly. When the stairs are not open they are now drilled closed. Not giving me a comfy cozy feeling when I walk under them though. One of the roofers (known as Helluvaguy) will put in a new spring for us. I made him some coffee. I hope he liked the brownies.
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