Now if I am not mistaken it is supposed to be cool and breezy all summer in the Mountains of Vermont. So with that in mind, I never gave it a second thought when Dad asked me if I wanted to come home for a couple of weeks and do some work on his house. In particular, re roof the original house. Oh sure was my answer. As far as I was concerned it was going to be a great chance to escape the southern heat, do some work for my Dad (back where it all started) and enjoy a couple of weeks in the Mountains. As we headed out for our adventure we enjoyed a couple of days in NYC, with great tour guides. Thanks Sarah, Luke, and Dana. Then on to VT for the 4th. Apparently mother nature didn't get the message. On the 4th of July it was actually hotter in VT than it was in AL. And I had a roof to strip and re shingle, but onward we pressed without looking back. I think I averaged 2 gallons of water a day.
As we were working and talking, it dawned on me that Dad was 2 years younger than I am right now when he installed the original roof. Wow, how things come full circle! Who knows who will be installing the next roof. Now that is some food for thought. And yes I was cooking up there on that roof.
In addition to the roof a new stove and range hood was installed in the kitchen. Finally Mom has more than one burner and three ovens to replace the one convection microwave. I guess cooking for five kids took it's toll on the original appliances. Now she has some beautiful new and modern ones.
While all of this was going on Ann, Sarah, Aunt Thelma, Dad and I tackled refurbishing the deck. I seem to recall Dad remarking that the deck was just a little dirty and all we had to do was give it wash and some new stain. So... It started with a garden hose with some sort of attachment that immediately became an uncontrollable whirling stream of water, suitable only for little kids, which promptly soaked the girls as they tried to contain it. After this brief moment of entertainment out cam the wire brushes, bleach and sprayers. These barely touched the grime, so no for the real toys. The pressure washer, promptly commandeered by aunt Thelma, finally did the trick. However, this quickly revealed that what we assumed was dirty stain was in reality mildew on bare wood, so off we went on a complete refinish.
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