1 September 2011

Perry had some errands to run first thing, so I spent an hour tidying up the work site, then nailed roofing tins (those round silver pokka dots you see in the picture) along all the 30# felt seams to hold them flat until the metal roof is installed.  Was just finishing that job when Perry arrived.  We then set to work disassembling all the staging and scaffolding used for the roof construction.  After the top level of staging was removed on the north side, we used the lower section as a platform to install a metal drip edge above the garage door.  That would have been a whole lot easier if I’d known to put the drip edge on BEFORE the tar paper went up… and then was silicon sealed into place.  Oh well, you live, you learn!  We then completed putting up the tar paper on the north face of the shed before taking down the rest of the staging.  When Perry threw the last staging plank onto the pile (up close to the campfire locale) apparently he covered over the entrance to a bumble bee nest.  Didn’t know those bees were ground dwellers.  Now know that dumping a 2 x 10 x 16 plank on their nest entrance REALLY makes them mad.  Fortunately we spotted the swarm before anyone got stung.  Marty came up with Graham and Gabby Glassner (two of his grandchildren) for their daily inspection visit right after we riled up the bees.  A few minutes later Heather & Billy Glassner (Marty’s daughter and son-in-law, who coincidently is Sid Glassner’s son) also came up to see the sights.  After the inspection party headed back north, Perry and I loaded his truck with all the staging materials borrowed from Don Ross and returned them from whence they came.  Then we loaded Perry’s truck with most of Bob Hillman’s staging materials and discovered that Perry’s truck has a transmission fluid leak.  To say that Perry was somewhat unhappy with this development is perhaps the understatement of the century.  I followed Perry as he limped his truck back to Bob’s construction storage depot (just down the hill from Perry’s house) where we unloaded.  I then went to Goodro’s to give them a check for $2,100 for last month’s charges (gulp!!!!)… and return $50 worth of materials that we hadn’t used.  Back at Fern Lake, I worked for another hour putting away lumber and plywood that was stewed about, then decided that something serious had to be done about my hot and sweaty self.  You’ll be pleased to know that the lake temperature is still a very pleasant 76 degrees… and the water level is just lapping the top of the dock after the hurricane’s deluge last Sunday.