Shingles are made of asphalt. Asphalt is really damn heavy. And we have no way to dispose of trash except in plastic bags at the dump. So the MiL and I basically loaded a strip of roadway into numerous plastic bags for disposal. Ridiculous.
This is what you get for doing it yourself.
I'm really, really hoping that A. can get this all done today. You know, before that little weather event named Irene comes our way tomorrow. I have no idea what we might get as a result of that storm. Some of our local weather forecasts are all, "Ho hum. Some rain, a little colder. Whatever." And some of them are all, "OHMYGOD BOARD YOUR WINDOWS, LOCK YOUR CHILDREN IN THE BASEMENT, IRENE IS COMIIIIIIING!!!"
It's a wee bit inconsistent, is what I'm getting at.
So we'll just try to get the roof done today, make sure all the animals are set with shelter for tomorrow, and see what happens.
And now, if you'll pardon me, I must resume my role as pissboy for the resident roofer. Happy Saturday, duckies.