Saturday

Day started out by taking the Beau out for a walk.  Here he is, wondering why I have stopped to take his picture:

We are strolling down Memory Lane (Seriously.  That’s the name of my street.). 

Then it’s onto The Project.  We decide it’s time to reroof the covered bridge.  Entire shingles are missing and we’re sure it’s a haven for wasps and bats.  So our plan is to tear off the existing roof.  Buy new roofing material (kind of a trial run for the type of roofing we want to do on our house in the upcoming few months).  And by ‘we’ I was hoping that meant Rick would be doing the work while I stood by the ready with the phone in my hand to call 911 should he fall off a ladder or be attacked by a swarm of anything.

It actually turned out that I was there pulling out nails, going down into the pond (thankfully dry at the moment) with the wheel barrow to pick up debris (not as easy as it sounds – I had berry bushes to fight with and at one point was so totally captured by them I couldn’t move my leg – it was like a scene out of Jumanji). 

Highlight of the day was when Rick was taking down the ceiling panels and as he got to the last one he let out a yelp.  There was a large skeleton staring him right in the face.  Something, a raccoon or maybe an opposum, had crawled up in to the rafters and died a million years ago.  Then as he is pulling up shingles there was a little lizard that was keeping him company and kept popping up, just inches away from his face.  Lot of yelping coming out of my husband today. 

So the roof is off and next weekend will be spent reroofing.  Then at some point we will have to paint.  We have done so much work on the inside of our house and not much to the outside.  Including the awful tan color it is painted.  I’m envisioning something in a pale, creamy yellow with creamy white trim.  Just like with the roofing material, we can practice on the covered bridge.