As we pack up books in anticipation of selling the home we love and moving from the country to the city, we talk about the adventure we’ve had of building our dream house.
(To be truthful, Sweetheart Al did the building. I did the cheer leading.) Talking about our do-it-yourself adventure seems to take a little sting out of having to sell it.
Sweetheart says one of the most challenging aspects of building was getting the exterior plywood secured to the roof rafters.
The roof consists of slanting rafters and plywood. Then the roofing company puts on the finishing touch -- the gray, zincalume steel roof.
But getting the plywood in place was a daunting challenge.
Our roof has a 45-degree pitch (that’s steep). And the plywood, at about 50-pounds a sheet, tended to slide off before it could be securely nailed in place.
Al said he and his helper had to carry the plywood, a sheet at a time, up the inside stairs to the second floor, and then carry each sheet up a ladder into the attic, and then push the sheet out between the roof rafters, and in some super-human way get it situated, hold it in place, and nail it there.
Once they had a few sheets in place, they built what’s called a chicken-ladder (wooden footholds on the plywood) and were able to stabilize themselves on those footholds as the new sheets were passed through the rafters from the attic.
Obviously they got the roof ready for the roofers, but when I asked how in the world they got the first few sheets nailed in place Sweetheart couldn’t remember. Must be roofing post traumatic stress syndrome!
These days, about sunup, local turkey buzzards fly lazy circles above the house, dipping and then without moving a feather, catching a thermal and climbing up and over the steep gray roof, then dipping again in graceful, roller coaster fashion.
Often, one of these large birds, will land on our chimney, face the rising sun and spread his wings. This wing-spreading behavior, called "sunbathing," is well known. Those who study it say the buzzards spread their wings to warm and dry themselves.
The spread-wing posture is impressive. To me it looks like a type of "sun worship." Fascinating!
And while the turkey buzzards spread their wings up on our roof, the local jackrabbits nibble rumpled carpets of clover in our front yard.
I’m going to miss this magical place when the house sells and we move.
I wonder if the critters will miss us.
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