Well, at the golf course again, and the lack of shingles definitely made its mark yesterday as a major storm-front passed through in the wee hours of the morning.
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It started with the day before, putting aside a day of Photoshop touchup and climbing up on the roof to tack down the dislodged felt paper that the brisk southerly winds before the front had torn loose. I corrected some of the chronic problems that had plagued the previous rains.
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But the storm itself ripped up more of the felt paper (from the other direction) after I had finished up, and there was some major leakage. Buckets, rags, towels, coolers, mops, and brooms all came into play during the downpour on insufficient sleep and a strained ankel tendon from the roof work prior.
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So after the storm, it was cleaning up as much as possible, including laundry of the rags and towels. I ended the day feeling less than optimum.
This morning, still with insufficient sleep, I climbed up on the roof and restapled the felt paper that the storm had dislodged, at least until the stapler jammed. I managed to correct, at least superficially, all the big leaks. It probably won’t survive another big blow, but it should withstand a sprinkle.
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I just wish that I could get some sleep now. I have other priorities with which to deal.