Shingles Sharpshooter

I have to write a tribute to my fearless, tenacious, persistent and persevering husband.  He tackles all the outside chores - usually willingly, and usually very professionally.  He has constructed, repaired and maintained all kinds of jobs - from laying underground sprinkler systems, digging garden beds and walkways, adding light fixtures, decks, pergolas and patios.  He is the only one who gets the pool chemicals just right.  Usually without grumbling, he digs the holes for new plants and follows directions on pruning. 

I, on the other hand, have been called the supervisor/foreman, or when he is really irritable - the dratted architect - I'm the ideas person and he is the doer.  I play the goffer to the handyman - fetch this, bring that, hold it, pass it kind of role.  But I am the queen of clean-up.

This time round he has surpassed even himself - we now have a brand new cedar gazebo that we can utilize for at least 3 seasons of the year.  It's big enough to house an outdoor lounge suite so that we are sitting comfortably in the shade, protected from the sun and rain.  Again due to his talents, we have electricity wired in so that we have light to read by in the evenings, an electric mosquito zapper for early spring and a heater for fall.

Altogether a great job accomplished.  The most hair-raising of all though,  - watching him stand on the roof shooting nails into shingles.  At least he jerry-rigged a safety harness - he never needed it, but one has to wonder.... would it have worked??

Thank you very much for another check on the honeydo list.  You are one in a million!