The Bitch Is Waterproof

I can’t believe these pictures were taken a month and a half ago. I’ve been slackin’ on the blog. (I’ve been ‘working’ working my arse off.) Thanks to pretty good weather at that time, and a bunch of help from Tommy D (who came to help, what, like four days after the birth of his second child), I finally got the fascia, skylight, and steel roof installed! I also suffered the first major(?) injury.

After Tom ‘had’ to leave (like he anything more important to do…pffft!), I laid the port side steel all by my lonesome. As I was test fitting the second-to-last panel, and holding it majestically above my head, I took a step backwards, and placed my foot into the gap between the two picks, which I had intentionally created for my ladder. As I helplessly plunged footlong into the abyss, I had the presence of mind to somehow heave away the panel┬áto prevent it from slicing off my arm, or leg, or noggin before┬ámy body slammed into the gap. My right leg was down in the hole, the rest of my body was on top of the picks. I somehow was able to quickly pull myself out and stumble around the house cursing like a Matt Miller, and I was actually ok enough to finish it up, and was so friggin happy that I didn’t have to deal with any tarps anymore!! So awesome!!

I did however crack at least one rib, and hurt my leg pretty bad. It was hard to move, breathe, cough, eat, sneeze and sleep for the next few days, but it only took about a month to feel 90 percent. I’m still in pain when I wake up, but it’s almost healed already. It’s good to be young. Wait….