No Roof

We don't have a roof.

Actually, that's inaccurate. We have a lovely, brand-new, red metal roof. It's just all piled up in the yard. Our old roof is in a big garbage bin beside the carport.

We do have great, huge tarps pulled over the house in case of rain.

It's all going very well.

But that's not all.

Our big deck had stupid railings that merged with the roof in a big way. To do the roof we had to do the deck. It also had a surface that pulled water into the house sometimes, and was ugly besides.

Therefore, we had some other guys ripping off the old railing, and leaky surface. A new surface is going on soon, and we will be getting aesthetically pleasing railings.

The upstairs bathroom was showing some evidence of mold, so are having that gutted. No point in just removing and replacing drywall in a 25 year old bathroom. There will also be new paint, and tile, lighting, fan and floor.

Helen wanted to do the minimum in the bathroom. I brought home some interesting flooring samples, and now she’s hooked. We went back to the tile place, and she found a floor she loves, and killer shower tile.

She also wants to do the floor in the kitchen, which is more than fine with me.

She also asked if I wanted to do anything to the other bathroom. Strangely, I had to be the one to put on the brakes. I really don’t want to be without a complete, functioning bathroom while work is being done. We can do that one some other time.

We don’t change a thing for 22 years. Not even a kitchen floor that we both hate.

One must-fix roof, and suddenly everything is on the table.

Funny how that works.