Wednesday June 21st 2017Tim
the Planet's Tilt, that irrational wobble which requires
those of us who live north or south of the tropics to
endure seasons, your correspondent risked death from
heat exhaustion in order to complete "The Roof."
It was heroic, a few minor injuries, and I might walk
with a limp for the remainder of my days, but these
things are as nothing when compared to the sense of
closure when that last self tapping screw bites into the
metal and finds home in wood. It's guttering for water
collection next. Thrilling, I know.
Getting off a scalding roof can be tricky for the more
elderly roofer who might be feeling just a little dizzy and
can't see very well because of the sweat in his eyes, but
there's a sort of Jihadist fatalism that takes over when
temperatures soar toward hellish regions, so just hold on
and hope for the best. Then a person can hobble back to his
kitchen, pop his head under a running faucet, and shiver a
little. The entire process resolves the problem of purpose,
no hard thinking is required and the reward is something
like half a dozen of those Raspberry jam filled donuts which
are always worth a trip into town even if they do make you
belch deep fried dough for a couple of days.