This weekend Michael and I were the super reliable roofers and helped my father reshingle my grandpa’s shed.
It was a perfect day to do a roofing job if there is such a thing. About 75 degrees and the shed was in the shade.
We started around 9:30am, stripped all the old shingles, put down new tar paper and got busy.
About 1/3rd the the way through I got my thumb good, I’m talking full swing with a 16″ Eastwing fraiming hammer. That hurt like hell, and is still pretty sore today.
But we got it done. It was kind of neat having 4 generations working at grandpas house on Saturday.