After the ravages of the hurricane our church meetings were cancelled today. There were too many people with hurricane aftermath problems that needed attention.
I got a call today from Brother Bleazard who needed a ladder to work on the Gillett's roof. So I spent an hour or two on the roof with Br. Bleazard putting tarps over holes. I did it barefoot because I could get a better grip on the steep roof - was great idea until the sun came out. Br. Bleazard used to work on roofs so was very good with safety and making sure we were roped and tied to prevent falling off. But even still I was very glad to get down and be done with it.
While I was on the roof I got another war wound on my thumb. The first was from my shelf wood-work (see earlier blog) and mashed my thumb with a hammer, the second was when I was splitting some hamburger patties and whacked the same thumb with the spatula, and the last was with a hammer on the roof. The last one split it open - it was pretty gross. And for those who know how well I do with the sight of my own blood, I got a little nervous standing on the top of a 2-story roof with my blood drops staining the shingles and tarp everywhere... I worked through it and made it off the roof in one piece.
What a blessing to have nothing better to do that help out my neighbor with his roof problems. How could I refuse that opportunity? I just keep thinking about how little damage we had to our house and in our neighborhood in general - we are so blessed!
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