I Don't Want To Be A Roofer!
Roofing is not one of them!! Still, as my son is afraid of heights I realized no one else but me was going to climb on that roof to check it out, and clean the gutters. Being three stories up gives you a vantage point in the neighborhood and I was hoping at least one of my neighbors would spot me up there....so I could have some bragging rights after. Nope not a soul around, except a crow that I swear gave me a second look. My son was in the house..supposedly close by to spot me should I experience any problems. Yahooooo Yahooooo I must have yelled for 20 mins...when ready to get down. No way was I going to attempt to climb down unless someone was holding that ladder. So there I was in 90 degree weather...sitting on my roof and came to the conclusion..no way do I ever want to become a roofer. Marianne  |
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| Marianne,
My Father, Grandfather and Great Grandfather were all roofers. Being that it was in the blood I always went on jobs with my Dad. I never had a problem climbing up a ladder I could climb up 50 ft and it wouldn't bother me....but I always had a problem coming down. I would never climb down without someone holding the ladder. Here is a great story for you. I was 16, it was February in NJ approx 30 degrees and I had bronchitis. Dad told me I HAD to go with him to measure a roof with him. I could have thought of a billion other things I would have rather have done, especially being sick as a dog. Dad said "It will only take a couple of minutes." Famous last words.... We get to the job, which is a church on top of a mountain. We climb up to the lower roof and walk around to the other side where the wind is whipping because there is an updraft from the mountain. I am freezing my butt of and the wind was so strong I thought I would go flying off the roof. But there was a beautiful unobstructed view of the entire NY skyline...so at least I got see that. That was pretty cool. We get done measuring and go to where the ladder was and it is no longer there. The wind had knocked it down. I freak out on Dad and tell him he should have tied off the ladder. I tell him I am going to get pneumonia and die and it will be all his fault. Then I went on how they are going to find our frozen bodies up there looking the Jack Nicholson in "The Shining" . I went on how it's his fault that he would never get to see me graduate from HS....College...get married...etc He finally told me to shut the F*** up. Not very nice at all. 
Finally about 40 minutes later the Janitor comes out. I scream for him to put up the ladder. He does. I made Dad go down first to hold it for me. I get in the car and tell him I will NEVER help him again. I ended up working for Dad for 11 yrs and eventually running his company before we shut it down in 2001 after I moved to CA. But I never, never got on another roof again.  |
| My borther is a roofer, and I have helped him out for cleaning up etc, but not up on a ladder or a roof. I' terrified of heights LOL |
| Doug just put a roof on our new sun room, I helped....... I helped by picking up the nails he dropped, the shingle bit and pieces on the ground, holding the ladder, supervising, handing him cold glasses of water (from the ground). Yup, "WE" just put on a roof |
| That's how I help now, too, Ginny!
The last time I climbed a ladder, I was helping my brother put up the trusses for the room he was building on his house. The ladder slipped and I fell. Only about 8 ft, but I broke my ankle. 
No more ladders for me either.  |
I used to help my dad do it sometimes too. Our house needs a new roof in the next few years. I'm hoping Jason doesn't tackle it himself and want my help - he's thinking of a metal roof now, so I think I'm safe.  |
| Hi,
Elissa I can't believe the experience you had with roofing!! Makes me want to ask why you didn't choose to make that your life's work? Okay..lame comment..egads I would have been terrified being stuck up there! Beau's mom ..breaking your ankle- yikes! That's what I was afraid of! I'd rather be passing stuff up to others on a roof I'm thinking but alas had no choice.
I was on my roof for about an hour and a half and that was enough for me! Even tho my roof is fairly new I noticed some moss on the side that faces my back yard, which gets the shade and has all the trees. Did I mention it's a peaked roof? As an afterthought I decided to get one of those bristle brushes and scrub the moss off...which then thumbled in the gutters, which I then cleaned. Do people scrub their roof I wondered? I imagine you take the moss off if you see it ..cause doesn't it just continue to grow? Remember I live in the rainy Pacific Northwest..so moss thrives here. One of my gutters fell off the front so that still needs to be fixed...urg a woman's job is never done! Marianne |
| Well Marianne...
You're a brave, brave woman. I'm very impressed with your roofness. And take comfort in this fact... at leats you do not have grass growing in your gutters... I do |
Marianne, I would come and hand you cold drinks and pick up any nails you dropped for you  |
| My gutters need to be cleaned out too.... I've been trying to get a hold of my brother to do it but he's a bit of a nomad, so if I see him I see him... LOL
There's no way I'm doing it, and my hubby is never home. LOL |
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