The Winter Home

By Jim Hagarty
2013

There is a new house going up on our street. Actually, it’s an apartment building with five units, but no larger than a large house. The foundation was poured before the cold weather and a few weeks ago, three or four carpenters moved onto the site. In two weeks – 10 working days – they had the structure up and sided with masonite, the roof on, and all the exterior doors and windows in. An amazing sight to see how quickly these guys are moving and yet they don’t seem to be rushing.

Today, however, I see that they are roofing the darned thing. On a cold, snowy day on January 2. They will have to sweep all the snow off the plywood roof first to put on the asphalt shingles. So much for the idea that you need warm weather to shingle a roof because the tar strips need to melt in the sun to seal the shingles together. I guess that will have to wait a few months.

When I walked the dog past the house at noon, the shingles were all sitting on the roof in bundles and the job hadn’t started yet. When I walk him again at 6 p.m., I am sure they will be done.

Procrastinators are not welcome on that job site.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.