What takes 9 days, 12 guys, over 800 man-hours of work, an entire semi-truck full of materials, a tower/tile specialist, 36 cups of coffee and 4 margaritas (just for me), a hundred bucks worth of pizza, a bunch of sheet metal screws, a hundred bucks worth of high-end metal paint, some bondo, the biggest check I’ve ever written, and one dragon?
That’s right. A new roof for The Old Vic.
I’ll collect all the posts/articles on the new roof here. They will also appear on our generic roof article page, but I wanted them all together in one place for the interested reader.
The short of it is…It was a huge job…and not just anybody could do it. This is our baby…and we are wanting to maintain the Victorian “attitude” while still ending up with a livable, maintainable, and comfortable home.
I am extremely pleased with the shingle we selected and the resulting look on the Old Vic. I can and do wholeheartedly recommend Regency Roofing and Construction out of Frisco, Texas. They went above and beyond to make sure they took care of us and the features on our home.
So…check out the new roof for The Old Vic in the posts below!
Sources say I’m getting my weather window next week…and the roofers are coming Monday! Woot!
Friday 1/23/15–I had thought it was going to be easy to sit back and watch somebody else do the work. I’ve been in construction long enough to do so. But there was a key difference here; this was our house. It’s a HUGE, complex job.
I was nervous…Scratch that…
I was utterly terrified. Continue reading
Day 1–I’m a builder…a doer. I’ve been repairing and creating things all my life. One thing you learn quick…at least if you’re going to accomplish anything worthwhile…is that ya gotta tear stuff up before you can make things better.
…and you can’t be even a little bit shy about it. Continue reading
Day 1–continued: This was about the time the wife (safely in another city away from the destruction) called and asked what I was doing.
“Watching about a dozen strippers dancing around,” I replied in a stunned voice, “Truly an amazing sight!”
That may not have been a properly worded answer. Continue reading
Day 2…sort of. Okay…day one and some ‘O-dark-thirty.
It was the middle of the night and I couldn’t sleep.
They had brought me The Devil’s Horns…and I had to give them back. Continue reading
Day 2 dawns: I resolved that when I ruled the world…ya wouldn’t have to actually MAKE coffee…before you’d HAD coffee.
I also resolved to NOT use any power-tools today. Continue reading
Day 3: Yeah. Easy. But, as has been shown…we just don’t do easy. Of COURSE we kept it. There was never even a serious question. Continue reading
Day 4 dawns: I’ve figured out how to make coffee again. I call this an achievement. My woman’s in another city, as is my mistress…coffee is about as complex as I’m gonna get. Continue reading
Day 8: EVERY shingle on that tower has a cut…EVERY shingle placement was measured. Meticulous work. The guy knew what he was about and wouldn’t be rushed. Continue reading
Day 10: It’s all over but the fat lady singing. Except there’s no fat lady here so I guess I’ll have to do. Continue reading