I don’t even know why. After four solid hours in the sun (and my first sunburned neck of the season, yay,) this is as far as I’ve gotten.
I only need to finish the roof today. That was the – I thought rather modest – goal I set for myself. But by noon I was staggering around, mismeasuring stuff, teetering on the ladder…
And I managed to put the poles in just wrong enough to really complicate the roofing situation. Eight feet long, no problem. Eight feet two inches long, major problem. So now I have to finagle everything. It was supposed to be so simple.
Lunch. The old man needs lunch.
Do you have a cable hoist? Each pole will easily bend in enough to make things fit.
Tie a rope around the top of the post and cinch up the top. Yah, I know, it’s still out of square at the bottom.
Don’t get yourself dehydrated!
Once again we see that no plan survives contact with the implementation phase.