Very early this morning, Mike sent me an email message, expressing his concern for me trying to repair my roof all by myself.
He also offered to either “keep a safety eye on me” while I did it, or to climb up a ladder and do the work for me.
This is what I just wrote back to him:
“I very sincerely thank you for your extremely generous offers. If I had been smart, I would have taken you up on one or more of them.
But sometimes, I’m not very smart any more.
So, I just finished patching the roof all by myself, using a 1 gal. can of Rust-Oleum roof repair goop, with a 3-inch, flexible putty knife.
The 45-degree-angled surface of the roof was easily 150^ or more, under the post-dew, blazing, midday sun. I brought along a towel, to kneel on, but I ended up stretching it, to use it BOTH under my knees, AND under my free hand, to keep it from searing into the roof’s surface, as I used that hand to keep myself balanced, while I worked.
I found the reported damage, along with many smooth-surfaces shingles, whose gravel had been rubbed off by tree branches. I ended up covering an area of about 2 feet by 4 feet, covering an area of about 3 inches by 4 inches at a time.
It was possibly the most difficult and physically painful thing that I’ve done since my stroke.
When I finished applying the patch goop, it turned out to be a lot harder to get down off the roof than it had been to get up there. It took me 20 minutes, just to carefully, painfully, inch my way 5 feet back down the slope, to my ladder. My legs were so sore, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to do it, but I had no choice. It took another 10 minutes to get both of my feet back onto the ladder. Now, I’m filthy, my hands have cramped-up several times, my whole body feels like I just finished a prize fight with Mike Tyson, and my knees are killing me.
But I think I’m done now. I left the extension ladder leaning up against the back of the house. If you wouldn’t mind doing it, I’d feel better if you took a look at my work, when you have time, to make sure that I didn’t miss anything.”
Update, April 23: Man, this morning, several previously anonymous muscles, all over my body, are really, really stiff and sore. After sleeping all night, the first few times that I stood up from a sitting position, my knees were so weak and sore that I had to pull myself up to my feet, by holding on to my chair, cabinets, and other neighboring pieces of furniture. Over the past hour, I’ve been able to slowly and painfully “work” my knees to a point where, now, I’m able to go from sitting to standing again, without having to grab nearby pieces of furniture for support, but walking is still a very painful process.
Mike wrote back to me last night. He’s going to go up on my roof and check my work.
What a great guy!
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