Working against the clock

Well. now we have a roof, a wooden one, very wooden, several tons of wood in fact. On this blustery, almost cold day, the Master Builder strides across the roof while I cling to the gable roof to screw in a few long screws to hold the gable trim, a 15 foot 2 by 10 board to end the house (or begin it), very heavy and very impressive. I am terrified of walking on the roof, even if it is only a 7:12 slope. Even though there are straps along the roof to stand on and push off on, I don't like walking up there. Meanwhile, Michael the MB, strides around like he's having fun up there in the cold wind. He even hauls the boards up to finish the peak which he will now have to finish tomorrow, after which we'll start putting on the tar paper and insulation. I somehow thought the house might be protected from last night's rain by all the wood, but you still have to have waterproofing and, finally, the metal. Then the house will have to dry out. Then we put in the 3 patio doors and the place is ready to be left for a winter rest, for me that is... Deborah takes off for Randy Cormier's wake and I am invited to share pork and potatoes with the MB, a fine dining experience with the master of construction. It even tastes good here.