One of many blessings.

(To the tune of "My teacher told me I should never tell a lie.")

My fa-ther told me I should never walk the roof.
For the roof could break apart if I should do.
Do you know the consequence,
do you really want to chance,
causing much grief to that poor old maaaaaaan?

When we threw our toys up there and they got stuck,
we had to leave them there until our better luck.
With one bounce of a large ball,
you could crack the tile so small,
and then you better run and find a place to hiiide!

Briiiiing out the buckets for the rain is coming fast.
That caulk and tin up there just do not seem to last.

It's time to climb up on the roof,
but watch out for lightning too,
our famly simply cannot stay dry without youuuuu!!

He had so many sleepless nights,
spent thinking bout his plight.
Oh you should never, ever walk that rooooooof!

Have a fun picture walk through this great act of charity made possible by one great man in our town.



It took us (Suser and I) awhile to feel comfortable (safe) walking on holy ground.



See how easy they broke apart? It was actually quite fun to do this part. But DEFINITELY against all we were taught. It took us awhile to get the courage to do this too. We wondered if we needed to call dad and get his approval AGAIN.



The Charity Giver is pictured above. Isn't he glowing a bit? If you look close you might actually see a halo there.



One of the few pictures you will see of me working hard. I was the main picture taker (and as those of you who are the picture taker at your house can relate) I didn't get much documentation.



Yes, he is doing the garage also. Now you may be able to go back to his picture and see his wings too.



Susie could get closer to the edge than I could. She was brave.



That dump truck was full when we were all done. And no worries. There are no more spare tiles behind the garage anymore. Sorry dad. I hope you will not miss them too much. Can't imagine what you will need them for now other than the comfort they always seemed to bring that they were there for you.



I wondered how they were going to get the tiles up there. I am a little naive but I was glad to see that thing pictured above. When I tried to lift a pack of tiles later that day, I was grateful I did not have to carry them up the latter like they had to on the garage.



10 points for every tile you can find anywhere in this post that has caulking on it. Zooming in is allowed but you must be able to prove your finds. You may break the bank with this one.



It was quite a surprise to see the wood underneath in such good condition considering there was not anything in between the tiles and the boards. It must have been dad's diligence at keeping those things caulked and tinned.



As I noted earlier, they (Charity Giver and delivery guys) had to carry those tiles up there by brute strength. They have to weigh close to 100 pounds each.










Can't quite tell if he is in the truck here or on the edge of the roof. What do you think?



You all might want to give dad a call and make sure he is alright. These pictures of destruction of his roof may cause him some indigestion tonight.




The rest will be revealed when it is done. Or will it? The Charity Giver suggested the end result be a surprise for when mom and pop get home... You will just have to come and visit if you want to see the rest!