Last week I pulled the old window and stripped the clapboards off the south side gable end.
Got the new window in
And sealed to the weather
Re-nailed the old sheathing boards
Tar-papered the wall
Set up my pump jack staging . . . and trimmed out the window. . . . I hate pump jack staging cause it is
heavy awkward and I always hurt my back when setting it up or taking it
down, not to mention the sudden shorts-soiling moments it provides when cranking it back
down and it suddenly slips down the pole a foot. How many times did I bang my head on the braces or scrape my shins on the jacks?
Bought a cheap 10 inch fan at Wally-World and made it in to a box fan to fit in the gable end.
Fitted the fan at the peak of the gable end, to keep the roof cool, and trimmed it out
Then last Wednesday we rejoiced as a moving van arrived to move the neighbors out across the street. I like it when chaos goes away. The new owners of the house seem a bit more normal. We just met them, a young physicians assistant military veteran and his wife. No slackers like the last bunch. I get good vibes from them.
Then Thursday dawned bright clear and low humidity in the 40s, so I figured it was my one chance to get the wall shingled before the full blown heat of August hits us.
It was a long day, every row had at least 4 shingles on either end to cut and fit, some more.
Almost done, might as well keep pushing
By 8;15 pm I had put in an 11 hour day, sore achey, scraped shins, bumped noggin, cut and splintered fingers, but it is done.
7:30 am coffee on Friday I have to look at it just to make sure it is really done and not a figment of my imagination.