My company is restoring this great 1949 cottage to sell in Knoxville, Tennessee. It has 3 bedrooms, hardwood floors, arched doorways, original trim and fixtures, a classic mid-century kitchen, and a huge double lot with fenced backyard. The neighborhood is wonderfully leave-it-to-Beaver. My wife and I live just a few blocks away.
Gulleywasher
Yesterday, on the way home from teaching in the suburbs, the sky opened up in a Biblical-style flood.When I got to the project house Dave and Ricky were there standing under the porch as rain ran through the porch roof. Yikes.
They’d set out to repair the porch roof where I’d nearly put my floor through it climbing around up there. They tore off the old shingles, sawed down the center of the porch roof decking dead center above each joist. Then they dropped in a new piece of plywood, nailed it in place, and went shopping for shingles. Not the order I would have done things in, but there you go. Come to think of it, something like this happened the last time Dave re-roofed a house for me.
Oh yeah, and the plumber sawed the sewer stack in half without telling Ricky and Dave. One of the guys used the toilet and flushed a bunch of water into the basement. So there was water on the porch as well as in the basement, but — thankfully — not inside on my oak wood floors.
They’d gotten back after the rain started, and had climbed up and tarped the roof. I wasn’t too worried since the leak was over a concrete porch. Besides, as my late great Uncle once said, “Ain’t never seen nothin’ get wet what wouldn’t dry again.”
Today we bought enough shingles to re-roof the entire porch. I ran errands, cleaned up, and made lists.
They’d set out to repair the porch roof where I’d nearly put my floor through it climbing around up there. They tore off the old shingles, sawed down the center of the porch roof decking dead center above each joist. Then they dropped in a new piece of plywood, nailed it in place, and went shopping for shingles. Not the order I would have done things in, but there you go. Come to think of it, something like this happened the last time Dave re-roofed a house for me.
Oh yeah, and the plumber sawed the sewer stack in half without telling Ricky and Dave. One of the guys used the toilet and flushed a bunch of water into the basement. So there was water on the porch as well as in the basement, but — thankfully — not inside on my oak wood floors.
They’d gotten back after the rain started, and had climbed up and tarped the roof. I wasn’t too worried since the leak was over a concrete porch. Besides, as my late great Uncle once said, “Ain’t never seen nothin’ get wet what wouldn’t dry again.”
Today we bought enough shingles to re-roof the entire porch. I ran errands, cleaned up, and made lists.
posted by Todd | 12:09 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home