Roof in a weekend

Contrary to popular scorn and private desire we have not been sitting still this past month.... we've been hard at work on the worst of all renovation tasks: Roofing. It is clear to me now why the roofing industry has been consigned to the ex-cons and ne'er-do-wells of the building industry - it's damn hard work in a damn hot place - so if you're smart you'll get your ass on another part of jobsite quick. It's no mystery why the job site ice boxes fill up with Strohs and the porta-jons fill up with titty magazines when the roofers are on site as one so eloquently said it one day- "roofin' got a funny way of workin on man".

So, with that said, take a deep breath, plug your nose and dive with me into this cesspool of human indignity.

Friday:
well didn't do anything fiday - it was a three day weekend so we weren't sweating it.

Saturday:
The work crew arrives... and promply sets to work on the tear off - i'd like to take this moment to extole the virtures of the 100 year metal roof - ours was about 108 years old which means good for the hundy, been shit for the last 8.

the existing roof sheathing was in decent shape - a mix of random width pine boards

The view from the inside showed a certain Texas Chainsaw Massacre chic

Sunday:
The real work set in- re-sheathing and mocking up the skylights, resetting the plumbing vents.

The small square is the new shower skylight.

The big hole is the future stairwell skylight

Freshly opened...

and now with new rafters

And so the sun sets on day 2 - the new roof now somewhere close to a Georgetown house-wife: with some pretty new clothes just barely covering the years of neglect.

Monday:
Ahhh the harsh light of morn falls on the previous days work...

rollin' out the underlayment.

as the sun was setting we had just enough time to finish rolling down the underlayment and begin rolling on the roll-roof. By the time this was happening the sun had set and we have no photographic proof of the finished product. But the good news is that the roof is on an water tight. We've survived 4 storms and counting with barely a scratch - that scratch being the cut on Brian Gafney's right hand - an injury bound in tape and sealed in a glove described as "swimmy" by days end.
A big thanks to Brian Gafney, Jeff Chown and Neal Thomson for showing up to do the worst kind of work: Roofin'