Saturday, April 4, 2020
Another freezing start, and another day indoors. I used a grinder to neaten my sloppy welds on the porch poles, cleaned them, and painted them. I plan to put them up Monday when we're supposed to be back into the seventies, and then I'll paint the parts I didn't do today. Meanwhile I have wood to split, laundry to do, and plenty of other stuff that needs doing. |
Monday,
April 6, 2020
This was the day to get some real work done on the new porch roof. First I set up the poles, then made the main beam to sit on top of them. Ideally it would be a single 22' 4x4, but such a thing is not available. So I made it of 6' and 16' 2x4's overlapped. It was heavy enough that my geriatric loss of upper body strength made the job of putting it up on top of the poles a bit of a struggle. But I managed to get it up, and drilled, and attached to the poles with lag screws. Next came the rafters. I'm not a big fan of toenailing, but sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. By quitting time I had a few of them up. Tuesday, April 7, 2020 Today's roof work was to finish installing the rafters. It was a warm enough day for me to change from flannel to a light weight shirt, and I felt the need to take a couple of breaks for rest and a cold drink. When my customary quitting time of 5:00 PM rolled around, I had just put the last rafter in place. |
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Today I started putting on the corrugated roofing. I got nine of the eleven panels screwed on. The last two will need to be cut to fit, and I'll get to those tomorrow. Thursday, April 16, 2020 Today I almost finished the new roof. I trimmed the last two panels and installed them, then took on the aluminum flashing. Not having a sheet metal brake, I clamped it between a pair of 2x4's and used the new door as a table to crease it. I got it installed, but putting in the screws I ran out of daylight, so I'll need to finish that tomorrow. |
Beau was a swell dog. He was
part poodle, so Mom gave him a French name.
Visitors were afraid of him because they thought he was snarling at them, but he was just smiling. |
I don't remember what Mike and I
were doing here, but obviously it was something very dramatic.
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In 1950 the refinery cat had a
litter of kittens.
They got names like Gasoline, Kerosene, etc. The one Dad brought home was Stoveoil. He was a rare critter—a male calico. Here he is six years old. He once got into a neighbor's house and ate the inside out of a loaf of bread, leaving only the crust. |