5 Hours Later

I sent my father up onto the roof of my house today. He wasn't allowed to come down for 5 hours.

He drank roughly 160 oz. of water while he was up there.

I was in the midst of running things up to him, taking things down from him, and working below him in the attic.

Amazingly, the attic was stuffier, hotter and more uncomfortable than the top of the roof.

There is no longer a chimney sticking out the roof of our house, nor is there a whole where the chimney used to be. One patch and a couple shingles later, the roof is as functional as we ever want it, and we shouldn't have to go back up on it again. Ever.

All that work, and we never had gushing blood, though a large piece of chimney did drop onto my foot after removing it from the chimney with a sledge hammer.