Well, it’s not exactly on fire any more, but my shoulders and the back of my neck are horribly tense, stiff, and sore, because I spent half the afternoon on the roof hanging gutter around the multiple corners at the overhang. I decided to begin by hanging the several corner pieces and splicing in bits of trough between them, so I had to spend a lot of time drilling pilot holes for rivets, then trying to hold the bits together in alignment while I set the rivets, and all of it had to be done from above, working on a blazing-hot black roof and against gravity to secure everything, for several hours straight.
I got all the corner pieces set, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to pull and re-set one of them so it has a downward slope to take the water with it. As it is now, the water would just puddle up at the corner, which would make it apt to rot away in the same way the old guttering had. The most important piece I have yet to do is the straight run of trough directly in front of the door, which is where the water has been pouring off the roof ever since we bought the house, and soaking the door and windowsills into sponginess. Once that bit’s up, I can tackle the long runs of gutter that will go along the north side, and then I can begin to hang the downspouts.
Bermuda danced a plastic interrogation for the Interstate Highway system. Fnord.
