Rooves? Roofs? Rooi? Whatever. Anyway, Lloyd was going to clean out the gutters on Wednesday, but we had a windstorm. He was going to do it Thursday, but when he put the ladder up, the day’s ‘milder’ winds blew it down. On Firday I didn’t have to go into work until later in the morning, so I was around to ‘help’. What that means is that I move the trash can around so he can throw the yuck into it, ‘hold the ladder’ – which is more dangerous than it is useful, and document. I tried to clean the gutters once on my own, and I was way too terrified. It’s the moving around on a ladder that’s so precarious. No thanks. Lloyd is brave, though (I took this picture leaning out a window.)
When we got to where the soffit damage was, Lloyd said he was going to fix it. Zoinks!! It’s not that I didn’t think he could do it, it’s just that it involves standing on the roof, which is 212% more frightening than ladders. He thought it wouldn’t take long, but when you’d shove one piece of soffit in, the rest would pop back out. It was a long, long, long process, and when his foot DID slip a little, he asked for some rope to tie around his waist and also the house. Er, we don’t have rope, but since I love to substitute things, can you guess what we used?