Tuesday, January 08, 2008
While I waited for the metal roofing to arrive for the milkhouse, winter snuck in. Having spent most of December finding other work to do and generally procrastinating, I finely decided to go for it. Compared to the technical difficulties of the barn & silo roofs, this job was cake- I spent almost as much time clearing away the snow and setting up scaffolding as I did to actually put on the roof. But it was cold, and the masochist in me chose a day with a high temp of 2 degrees F (but I'm sure the wind kept it below zero all afternoon). I put on every piece of fleece athleticwear I had, then finished up with a topcoat of construction-grade, redneck-approved demin and double ski masks. It almost felt warm. Almost.