Just One More Half Day

Today was the third day of the roof. It is my fault and yet not my fault for this taking so long. I am putting a new roof on my home, and my son is doing the job. My fault is in I didn’t get all the supplies together first, then stay here and have the roof done. The part that is not my fault, is I don’t know what supplies and tools are needed.

It all started Tuesday, my son came here around noon. Part of the day was spent on what would be needed, and the another part was spent on getting tools and supplies. The roof was actually started late Tuesday afternoon, with the old shingles being taken off. During the day no decisions were made as to what to do with the old shingles and tar papers, so the yard was one solid black paper shingle mess. Of course there were breaks taken for restroom, meal and rest breaks. A start had been begun, but plenty of work left to be done.

There was a deadline, not my deadline, but my sons. He has a weekend trip he wants to go to, and he told me the roof was a two-day job, and he was leaving Friday, so I counted, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. This is three days if I can still add at my old age.

Wednesday comes along, and there are vents to be bought and we have to get a nail gun, so back to Menards we go for one more trip. This once again gives workers a later than planned start. My son had his lady friend get up on the roof and help him. I watched over the grandson, who just turned three and watched over Al. They worked very hard, but it is a much bigger job and more detailed than I ever imagined. The edgings, getting all of the nails, and staples out of the old roof, taking vents out. They made good progress when you looked at the front of the house, but if you went out back and looked you saw no changes.

So Wednesday evening all are pooped out. No one was interested in picking up shingles from the ground, and I knew that my back could not take the constant bending over to help also. I had been on my feet all day getting this or that for others and cooking and trying to keep the ship sailing smoothly. When you are standing on a hot roof, it tends to make you a little bit more short-tempered, and these kinds of little things stress me out very quickly. I don’t like arguing, I never did, but now that I don’t have a partner in my life, I only have to listen to Al.

The shingles had to be picked up, and no one was moving. I always have been a type of person that if something needs to be done, I will figure out a way to get it done come hell or high waters. I went to a neighbor’s house and asked if I could hire them to help pick up, and they said yes. I also stopped a pick-up truck going down my road, and asked them the same question. They also agreed. I had to pay, but it was worth it to me. If I am going to continue to make messes, then as I finish each part of the project, I clean behind me. It saves me a lot of time and hard work. These two people were much more refreshed then my family and in no time they had the yard back to normal. The roof was not even half done though.

Today, Thursday, bright and early my family comes back. No one had to go get any supplies. The two of them started putting the edges on, which I also learned a lot from this part, that it is very time-consuming. My son made a comment and whether he intended for me to hear or not, I did, and he had said he was leaving in the morning, and if the roof was not done, then so be it.

Now this didn’t roll with me at all. We are on the third day of a two-day job, and I knew in my heart the job would not be finished today. My son is a perfectionist when he works and I so appreciate this, but let’s face it, there are many time-consuming jobs to do when it comes to roofing.

I felt so bad for the girlfriend. I knew that no one could pay me to get on a ladder, so I was of no use, and I knew with the heat and the sun, and the frame of a woman’s body, we can not lift those heavy bundles of shingles. Here I was, once again, playing Mighty Mouse. One man and one woman on the roof, with over three-fourths left to go and they were leaving in the morning. Great.

I didn’t know anyone to ask if they were available to help. I don’t know people here any longer and the ones I do know are older than me.

Sometimes I ask God for strange requests, and this was one of those times. I sat there on my outdoor swing asking God for help. Nothing came into my mind, and then I saw a red mo-ped go by. Bingo, there was the idea, God had planted. I took the grandson and we went for a walk. The next time the mo-ped came my, I raised my hand like I was a school patrol. I bet I looked funny. Stop!!! In the name of the law!!, and he did. I walked up to this complete stranger and asked him, would you happen to know anyone in our neighborhood that wants to earn some money by helping my son shingle the roof? He told me he would go  home and ask his uncle. Within ten to fifteen minutes the guy came back with his uncle, and after brief introductions were made, the job was moving along faster. Now we had three men and a lady. Doesn’t this sound like a movie I watched once? Or was that three men and a baby? Well, I don’t remember, but this is who was on top of the roof.

Now here is where I put my nose in too far. I am thinking of my son who wants to leave in the morning, and can’t work fast enough to finish the job. I am also thinking of myself, sitting until Monday to get the roof started once again. You never know, or at least I don’t, what humidity can bring to an open roof with only tar paper on it, but my imagination was doing all sorts of thinking on what could happen. I wanted my son to not rush too fast and fall from the roof, or  his lady friend, and I also knew as the day progressed it was getting hotter, so I wanted to save everyone. This seems to be what I do in life, be a life saver.

What I didn’t take into consideration is the fact that all three of these men did not know each other, and all three had their own opinions. They did not get along real well, each one wanting to do it their way, and finally, my son climbs down the ladder and takes a too long of a rest. I felt awkward inside, as I knew these other men were there to help my son, not do the job alone. I tried talking to my son, but it didn’t help. The other two men worked until four thirty and then they all left, so they were there five hours.

Now the roof is ninety-five percent done on one half. The other half has all the edgings done so it just needs to be shingled, the easiest part. After the two men left, my son and his girlfriend got back up on the roof and did two more bundles.

When they came down, I had chicken in the crock pot, and I made some home-made macaroni and cheese and fixed green beans. They came in and we all ate. Al would not eat the chicken, too difficult for him. After dinner, I paid them and they left. I cleaned the kitchen back up, and am sitting here drinking my coffee and blogging to you.

In my mind I am thinking, the new two guys will be here at eight am tomorrow morning, my son and his girlfriend will be on their way to their weekend trip, so it is Al, me and two half strangers. According to my son, since just shingling is left on one half, they will probably have it all done in less than five hours.

I am hoping so. This turned out to be a much bigger job than I thought, but God is bringing me through it. Just one more half-day, then the weekend belongs to Al and me.

nail gun, photo taken in Sweden

nail gun, photo taken in Sweden (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I Finally Get It!!!

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Category:Wikipedia requested photographs of photography (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Costume Jewelry

Costume Jewelry (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The responses I received in the past several hours is amazing to me. I have so many wonderful friends on here at bloggingville. I don’t know what I would do without you. I have had a wake-up call. There were some blogs I read that would make my heart have a ping feeling in it, and I finally realized why. I guess it takes me awhile to get it!

I had just read  Viveka’s blog and she was making a comment about fixing her supper and that she ironed on her balcony and listened to her music and sang songs. http://mygulitypleasures.wordpress.com

This blog is the finale of when I finally got it. I finally understood that I need the breaks. I thought I needed the breaks so that I would not pull my hair out, or maybe not scream and stomp my feet at Al. LOL. I thought I needed a break so I would not collapse from a stroke or a heart attack, but I have learned I need a break for another reason.

I need a break to get back to me! I didn’t realize this! Even as I look for photos of things I love in life, as I have chosen for with this blog, my insides are stirring, like they have not stirred for years.

Cameras,  photos, landscapes, people, meeting new friends, talking to old friends.

Glittery jewelry, gaudy jewelry, goodwill stores, flea markets, yard sales.

Public auctions, garage sales, the smell of wood, old furniture.

I am getting excited. These are who I am, this is what Terry Shepherd represents in life.

I can not add all of the other things up in my life that make me who I am, like my children etc. I am talking about just me. For this blog, I am being selfish and speaking about me. How to bring myself back to life. This does feel very  weird to me.

I have been so wrapped up in my brother, not that I don’t want to be, but I have been consumed by his illness, that last night when a blogger friend said for me to do some things that I like, I sat there like a bump on a log. I had no idea who I was anymore, let alone what I liked or enjoyed in life.

It took all evening plus wild crazy dreams. I mean crazy dreams too! I don’t know why or what it represented, but I dreamed about people in my life that I have nothing to do with any longer. My ex-husband, I had sat and talked to him in my dream. We smiled and got along like old friends. My best girlfriend that I used to have. She and I haven’t spoken in fifteen years. In my dream she and I were friends again.

I don’t know what has happened and I surely can not explain it. The most I can say is, I saw little doors being opened for me by someone. I saw a past life, and I saw laughter and joy. I saw doors being opened here for me by friends blogs. I had feelings coming that had been hidden for so long.

If this is God, I give thanks. You have a sneaky way of helping me to see your light. If this is my blogger friends, I say thank-you. You have chosen the exact words to help me through this.

I can not even say that my life will get better taking care of Al. I think it will get worse. I can say though, that these breaks that I didn’t realize I needed until today, I am going to take huge advantage of. I am going to take each minute and fill it up with me, myself, and I. I am going to start to rebuild who I am. I have to, this is the way I will be able to stay healthy and young at heart. This will help me endure the pains my brother goes through. This is who God has made, and I want to shine once again for him.

Inszenierung eines Schreibkabinetts aus dem 18...

Inszenierung eines Schreibkabinetts aus dem 18. Jahrhundert Tapete: Reproduktion einer Papiertapete aus dem Schwetzinger Schloss, um 1775 Damensekretär, vermutlich Süddeutschland, um 1770 Sessel, um 1740 Hocker aus dem Mannheimer Schloss, Mannheim, um 1760 Gallery: Reiss-Engelhorn-Museen, Mannheim (Photo credit: Wikipedia)