The baked, bent up shingles on the back of my roof have had it. They were toast. It was easy to spot. So a month or so I lined up the famous Wonder Watt and Brucey to give my roof the loving it deserved. They assured me it would be an easy enough job. "30 bundles", proclaimed Bruce. He eyed it.
Obviously there was an odd hiccup here and there, but it really went swimming smooth. With all the supplies order, paid for and delivered, we got favourable weather for this task and started at it. Bruce and Warren indicated they don't work too quickly, which was fine, but their attention to detail and a job well done was not overlooked whatsoever.
My work was now getting difficult. It was time to shingle. Because of the odd location of my house and its driveway, a boom truck was not able to deliver the shingles on the roof. It was hand-bomb time. Shingles up a ladder I'll tell you is no joke. Even a one story haul is substantial. First they are heavy. I never did get the total.... Eighty pounds?? Also they are sharp and they dig into your skin and shoulder pecking away at the epidermis. However, despite a few wobbly steps, I managed to heave my fair share of the material up the ladder to be laid.
And as for my last job on Friday at 4:45 when we were just finishing - I bet you think it was off to the beer store. Nope, we were one bundle short. Back to the supply store for one last bundle. We were 8 or 10 shingles short.... One more blasted package to mule.