raising the roof

When the student is ready the teacher will come, or in my case the builder. Six years ago, in honor of my bride's love of horses, we purchased the weather vane shown above, believing that having the necessary cupola built and installed would prove a piece of cake. That was a lie, as many tonics on the veranda were required to fully understand the intricacies required. It ain't as simple as nailing a doghouse on a roof.

Our pool house was built in 2 phases. The second phase was 22 years ago, when the building was expanded, and the roof replaced, and not a moment's thought has been given to that roof since. Time had taken a toll so it was time to pry it off and start again. This time with a cupola.

After the Fashionista saw the plans she ask if I was excited. "Not yet" I replied, "it's just talk until the job is completed."

The roofer is the brother of a neighbor who also happens to be a house builder. "Build us a cupola" I said, much like a Knight of Ni demanding a shubbery. "I can give you a $X up to a $XXXX cupola whichever you prefer", was his reply. We settled on a number and he set to work. In a few days the roof went on.


I woke the morning after the roofer left to find what looks like a cistern or perhaps a bathtub on my roof, and a MacArthurian note saying "I shall return." That was Friday.

On Monday I awoke to find the finished product.



I am now excited.

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