Ugh.

     Yup.  Ugh.  Nuff said.  Well not really.  It's 1:46 at the start of this entry, Monday early hours.  It was a weekend.  I managed 3 hours sleep.  I'm slightly troubled and that will not let me sleep.

     Saturday.  Oh yeah that went very well.  Was told about a call from my neighbor about some mushrooms in my gutters.  I said what?  Well in the small hours of Saturday I went up on my roof.

     I haven't been on my roof in ages.  Landscaper was doing the gutters last I knew.  Well I'm assuming age has got the better of me.  I was never so uncomfortable up there as I was then.

     I was literally crawling, I remember being able to actually walk up right on my roof.  I can't call it vertigo, but it was a very uncomfortable feeling.  I always used to clean my gutters this way.  On the edge with a bag.  I found myself feeling very hesitant.  Sliding along, the best way I can describe it.  I hadn't even made it to the mushrooms yet.

     Coming down was a freaking nightmare.  Gone the carefree, slightly sure footed self.  It took a great deal for me to get on all fours and put my first foot on the ladder.  I don't want to say I was terrified, but that may be just the word.  I think the main thing that kept me going was the thought of having to call the fire department to rescue me.  I was not going through that indignity.

     Made my way around to the side and I saw something on the ground.  Insulation.  What the Hell was that doing here.  I went about cleaning it up.  Now fearing the worst.

     Now when this side of the house was constructed something had occurred.  A plumber had come and moved the roof pipe for the bathroom.  I'm sure that there is a proper name.  This left a perfect round hole in the shingles on my roof.

     I explained it to my fellow inmates, who assured me it would get taken care of.  I won't lie, I trusted them then.  2 years passed and it still wasn't taken care of.  Now my brother in law, doesn't do roof tops.  I was annoyed.  So I let it be.  Again assured that it would get taken care of.  Yup.  I bought it.

     Then of course came my health issues, so I no longer went onto the roof or ladder.  And apparently my landscaper no longer did gutters.  What a joy I know.

     So there I am.  Cleaning insulation, looking up at the roof top.  Fearing the worst.  Once I was satisfied the clean up was done I positioned the ladder.  Rung by rung I ascended.  Yeah, that wasn't mushrooms in my gutter, insulation.  I hit the top, well joy of joys the wood was gone.  There were chunks of it laying on the roof top.  A squirrel had apparently found a nice nesting spot.  I was pissed at the rodent.  Who wasn't at home.  

     It was a pleasant enough day and I knew action had to be taken.  Funny how adrenaline can over come fear sometimes.  Off to the local big chain for supplies.  I needed a quick patch.  Couple of reasons.

     Firstly, the temperature was supposed to drop like crazy on Sunday, now yesterday.  It was late morning, early afternoon.  I still wanted to make the cigar event.

     Bought some stuff, on my card, don't get me started.  Trust me, I've had enough of money woes right now.  I think that's why I'm up.  Need to get up in 2-3 hours.  I'll be glad to get an hour and a half.  Anyway.

     I finally figured how the caulking gun worked, embarrassed to tell you how long.  Patched the roof.  Adrenaline pumping.  Not allowing me to care about my surroundings.  I patched, knees hurting like Hell.  Legs are still sore from the ladder.  It was done.

     The cigar event can wait until tomorrow's entry.  Hoping I can garner some more sleep.  After that, maybe I'll tell you about Sunday.  Maybe not.

-later