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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").



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   greenhouse roofed
Monday, December 15 2008
I'd had to special order the eight pieces of ten foot long five crimp roofing for the greenhouse, and today, after nearly two weeks, Herzog's called to tell me my roofing had arrived. I went over immediately to pick it up because I wanted to get it installed before the rains came. The weather was unseasonably warm, with temperatures reaching up into the low 60s, but clouds were building in and they were expected to start dumping rain beginning at around noon.
After lashing it to the roof of the hatchback atop four two by fours, I delivered the roofing directly to the ramp leading from Dug Hill Road to the greenhouse. I had Gretchen help me unload the stack of eight sheets and, after a little prep work further screwing down the OSF decking, I began installing the roofing.
There had been no wind when I began, but as always seems to happen with these jobs, occasional gusts passed through once I'd laid out all the metal. If just one of those sheets were to be blown off that roof it would have been a disaster (possibly the kind ending with an impromptu decapitation), so I had to work fast. It's never a good to have to hurry when installing something as dimensionally-unforgiving as metal roofing, and my pace kept me from getting the perfectly bulge-free installation one shoots for with this material. In the end I ran out of nails (Herzogs doesn't sell the rubber-washer spikes needed for this material), though I had enough left over from the woodshed project to hold it securely. The slope of this roof is 20%, just steep enough to be treacherously slippery. I found it safest to walk around on it barefoot, which would normally be impossibly uncomfortable at this time of year.
After I was done with the roof, I grabbed Gretchen again and had her help me move all of yesterday's split Red Oak into the woodshed and out of the rain. This gave me an opportunity to "turn over" parts of the wood pile, bringing dry stuff to the top and burying the newly-split green wood.
All this hard work had me wanting to eat like a farmer. Lucky for me, Gretchen was one step ahead of me in preparing carbohydrate-rich foods in the form of sandwiches. She made me a two "snerch" lunch and, before she headed off to dinner with her girlfriends, fixings for three habañero-flavored veggie burgers. (She'd made the burgers from a recipe and they were delicious.)


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