New Ruffs

The roofers have been at our house the last couple of days replacing the roof that was damaged by the hailstorm last Spring. The boys haven't napped much the last couple of days – imagine wearing a wooden bucket on your head while someone pounds on it. But we think we'll be pleased with the final results as it may the last roof that we put on this house (assuming the shingles actually last 30 years).



They also are re-roofing our dumpy little garage. It turns out that five layers of shingles on a rickety old, hodgepodge outbuilding isn't good for it (or legal).

The church is also getting it's roof repaired this week from a Spring storm. We've had a temporary patch all summer on the section of roof ripped off our santuary. Now it's finally getting replaced.

I was talking to Jay-rod about these roofs and he kept repeating the word "roof" each time I said it. Speaking my native Kansan dialect, "roof" comes out a little more like "ruff." Mr. College Education kept correcting me until I noticed the difference. Tarnations, ain't that pert near annoyin'?