It’s T-38 hours until the moving truck shows up at the Farm House Rental to make the official move to the Liberty House, and two days ago I finally started to hit my groove with some of the projects I’d been struggling with for the last week. Progress has been epic (I have fully a fully stained floor in the study and a functioning shower downstairs), but I’m in that weird place where half my stuff is at one house and half is at the other. For example, I brought the body wash over to the new house but left the loofah at the old one. Because that makes sense.
The other good news is that the roof is just one day away from being completed, and it’s good from a “now I don’t have to worry about the roof anymore” standpoint, and also because there will be way less opportunities for me to end up in jail for beating someone to death with a roofing nailer. Why would I be contemplating murder via roofing tools you ask? Because, as you know, up until yesterday, these were the kind of texts I was sending my roofer…
And honestly, things are still going well with the roof itself. What didn’t go well was when I got to the house last night (after a long day at my day-job and a 50 minute drive wherein I drank about a liter and a half of water) walked directly into the bathroom and found my one and only working toilet in this house… clogged.
By someone other than me, obviously.
At first I was just mildly annoyed by this. I mean, let’s be honest here, people poop. I try not to be too uptight about these kind of things. But as it turns out it’s really difficult to daintily plunge a toilet without getting water and things everywhere. After about an hour of trying, I finally snapped.
The moral of this story is: Hell hath no fury like a woman forced to get within inches of somebody else’s shit particles in her own home.
I did not, by the way, have to throw anyone bodily from the roof. When I arrived at the house today the toilet was working, the bathroom was clean, and all 5 guys on the crew sheepishly apologized. I gave them a little hell for making a girl pee behind the barn at her own house at ten o’clock at night, but in the end all was forgiven.
And frankly, the roof is looking pretty good…
Those are the new shingles on the brick portion of the house.
And on the top section of this picture.
I did go with the Owens Corning’s Duration shingle in Estate Gray and I think it looks great. I also had them remove the two skylights in the stairwell and the one in the master bath, but they convinced me to just put a new flashing kit on the one in the kitchen. I’m leery about holes in the roof, but I went with it because I do like the extra light in there. We’ll see if I regret that in 5-10 years.
What I know about working with contractors it’s never perfect, even when they’re your personal friends. All in all, I’m really satisfied with their work, and it just took threatening the crew with a little physical harm to get them back in line. Hey, that’s just how it goes sometimes.