We have a roof!

No barn tin, no replacement shingles, it’s plywood, it’s felt, it’s (almost) shingles! Kenneth and his crew did an amazing job getting the nasty stuff down and the good stuff up.


All three layers of shingles came off...and landed on the ground around the house. So Woody and I have a big clean up job to do:


My initial concerns about St. Nick having a chimney to squeeze his big red velvet booty down come Christmastime were made moot when we found that the entire yuletide escape hatch was packed with disturbing black stuff (ash? maybe? This looked nastier than ash.)