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It took on distinctly shack-like proportions today as I tacked the roofing iron on. It would be better if the iron was grosser, old paint coming off, but this is what I’ve got.

Surely only bad weather can stop me from putting the roof on tomorrow. I’ve got the iron cut to length, and each piece knows its position. First task of the morrow, low wind and no rain permitting, is to paper the roof area. Following that I bang the nails in on the iron, then I need to do some tricky things to cover the ends maybe. It all looks promising. I think I can do it.