I have a love-hate relationship with my house. Have I mentioned that before? It’s a tiny little mess of a thing, and it’s taken thousands of hours of sweat equity to fix her up this far. Still, she’s a part of me, and I don’t want to give her up. Just one of many dysfunctional relationships in my life.
While I don’t want to give her up, one day I might have to. Due to cost restraints, I’ve put off some major projects that prevent me from being able to sell her if I have to: a new electrical system and a new roof. Now thanks to the loving (and financial) support of the folks, I’m able to cross The Big one off my list. My baby’s got a new bonnet. Thank you, Mom and Pop!
It rained the first day of work, so the roof surface looks glossy and benign. Believe me, it was anything but. The black paint was worn down to original green (nearly a camouflage pattern), and every one of the standing seams was rusted through. When they pulled off the original tin, it fell apart like charred aluminum foil. On the final day, I learned that the chimney “mortar” was actually just clay up to the top 3 or 4 rows – much like the foundation I had repaired years ago. The roofing guys constructed a collar around the bottom of the chimney stacks just to keep them intact. I am impressed with their care and ingenuity. Shout out to Valley Roofing. Good job, boys!