This Monday I was called by George St.James to help put his metal roof on his wood shed. He came over and he picked me up. We first drove to the store and bought some onions and we bought some canning lids. Then we went to his house and got ready to start working. We gave his wife the stuff we got at the store and got out our tools.
We had metal roofing to put on. We started by slicing the tar paper, we had to cut in lengths of 15’ 7’’. Once we got two cut George climbed on the roof and started throwing down the tar paper. Then when we got enough on I would give him a piece of roofing. I finished cutting the tar paper far before he was done throwing down the roofing. Then we started laying the tar paper out and laying the roofing down. After about two hours we took a break. We drank some lemonade that was very, very tart. After that we went back to work.
After only about ten more minutes outside I was looking down and, THUNK. George had put his hand through the tar paper and cut himself down the face on the metal. He was bleeding a lot because he cut himself on the forehead, and head wounds bleed a lot. He zoomed inside and threw a band aid on. He probably needed stitches but he just ignored it. We got back to working. It took us about another hour and half to finish but it was worth it. We put on the metal trim in about ten minutes.
They invited me for dinner and I said yes. So to kill some time we did some other chores. We went and fed his bull which was very disapproving of me being there. Then we unloaded some hay off his truck. After that we went up, put away the tools, and headed in for dinner. After the day of work I felt like I was holding giant bricks on my shoulders and wanted to fall over and go to sleep.
We ate some very good stuffed peppers and some good apple crisp. Marilyn is a very good cook. The peppers had rice and some very good seasonings that were very spicy but I liked it. The peppers were the best I ever had they were crunchy and wanted to eat a ton of it, literally 2,000 pounds. I didn’t think I was going taste anything better than that. I was wrong. Her apple crisp was EVEN BETTER! I didn’t think it was possible. Her apple crisp was delicious. The crust was light and flaky, the warm apple taste spread through your mouth and I thought I had gone to heaven. I nearly cried when I was done knowing I wouldn’t eat anymore of it. Unfortunately all things come to an end, Me and George jumped in his truck, and he brought me home.
