Sunday, December 06, 2009

Grey hair

Grey Hair.

I don't wonder why I have grey hair any more.

In the last big storm, the wind was strong enough to rip one end of our gutter right off the upstairs roof. The end that came loose would then, with its flashing flapping about like a tail, flap against the roof edge that was right outside our bedroom wall. Flap, flap, flap. Clatter, clatter, clatter SMASH!

Yeah. Restful sleep.

So yesterday afternoon, Ken decided to fix it. Really, we need to get someone in to replace the gutters, but this is not the most flush time bank-account-wise for that kind of surgery, so we'll wait until the new year.

Out through Nate's window, and he's on the roof of the downstairs part of the house.

Oh, honey, please don't run on the roof.

And you can see how the gutter is all pulled away from the roof. And you can see the flashing, just dangling down there like a big sharp metal tail. Oh look! Last year's Christmas lights. They'd blown into the gutter, so, until the gutter came loose it actually looked like I'd remembered to take the lights down after last Christmas.

Good job so far, sweetie!

But as he looked at the job that needed to be done, he realized that he could only really fix the gutter until about 12 feet from the edge of the house, because the downstairs roof pitches down sharply at that edge, and he couldn't reach the end.

That required that someone go up on the TOP roof. And he couldn't figure out how to get up there without hanging on the gutter, which, as you can see, isn't really all about holding his weight...

So he called for Skip.

Skip is not afraid of heights.

And he was channeling his inner Ninja, apparently, after just coming home from Kung Fu....

At this point I had to stop looking...

Because good grief, he really is a long way up.

Breathe in...

Breathe out...

But hey! The gutter is fixed, and doesn't flap against the house any more.

That's a win!

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