"You need five pieces to do one section of roof, right?" I asked.
"Six," she said. "I want to have a spare." Once she was up there, She hauled the bundle of lath to the top, with me holding the lower end so that the bundle wouldn't foul the edge of the roof or the ladder.
Lisa then swung herself over to the fabric and started setting pieces of lath. The first one went okay. When she went to place the second one, she slipped and the piece went sliding off the roof.
"Oh well," she said. "That's why I wanted a spare."
After nailing the lath in place and stapling the roof fabric to it, she came back down from the roof. It was high time to do so as well, as the morning work window (the period when the roof is in the shade) had closed.
Although we try to rely on the local hardware store for much of our building and maintenance supplies, they can't get us everything, and it periodically becomes necessary to go into Stayton or Salem or Portland to get other stuff. Much of what we want tends to be sold in places that close at 5 or 6 PM. This is inconvenient if you work "normal hours."
By dint of having gone to work early and cleared my docket of everything immediately pending, I determined yesterday that I could probably get away at about 2 PM, and we headed into town.
Among the things we needed were disposable latex gloves, which Lisa needs if she's going to be doing much more Roof Goop work. Ordinary work gloves would be a good thing, too. We first went to CarQuest in Stayton. They had the type she wanted, but nothing smaller than size L. Lisa has very small hands and wears size S. Further investigation showed that the manufacturer of those gloves has discontinued size S. We tried the Wilco farm supply next door, and found one box of 100 gloves in the right size.
Then it was in to Salem, where the first priority, despite shop closing times, was lunch, as neither Lisa nor I had eaten. A Chipotle burrito each made us feel much better. We told travelswithkuma that they don't make Salmon Burritos, so he just sat in the sun and watched cars go by while we had lunch.
Another place that sometimes carries the gloves she wants is a local battery-supply store. We went there and found that they did have the gloves in question, and even had some boxes of size S, but that what they had was all they ever would have, as small gloves have been discontinued on account of not enough sales. Lisa bought three of the five boxes they had. I hope that 400 gloves in supply is sufficient. It's so irritating that you have to buy lifetime supplies of just about anything you want, it seems.
Next was Norvac Electronics, where Lisa bought a new soldering iron, as the one she has is not quite equal to an electronics task on which she's working. Then it was over to the military surplus store to buy a new holster to replace one that she lost on the Pasadena Westercon trip. (We expect that buying a new holster will cause the old one to reappear soon.)
After that, we headed to the work-wear store in hopes of finding good work gloves to replace those of Lisa's (and to a lesser extent mine) that have worn out. Unfortunately, the only ones that were even close to what we wanted were Made In China, which means that they're off-limits for now. (Lisa is trying to avoid all Chinese-made goods unless there is no choice at all, and finds it very frustrating that "no choice" appears to be where we're headed.)
Although gloves were a bust, Lisa did find a nice high-quality rain jacket that is actually made here in Salem. They didn't have the size she wears in stock, but since the vendor is local she went ahead and ordered one, including custom modifications (extra pockets) that are available options. The guy at the store said, "This is a good time to be ordering this stuff, since it's a slow time of the year. In the fall and winter, you can wait weeks or even months to get custom work done."
We did look in at Home Depot next, but not surprisingly, everything they sell is made in China. Lisa finds it especially slimy when companies plaster their goods with American flags and then hide a tiny made in China tag in an nearly-inaccessible location on the product.
At the end of a surprisingly long afternoon of shopping, we stopped for groceries at WinCo (not the same store as Wilco) because they are the only place around that has Teddy's Root Beer and the type of frozen shrimp we prefer, not to mention that she really likes the French bread from their bakery.
Returning home, we started to put away our purchases. A fair number of things were to go into the large freezer in her father's garage, and since I also needed to pack up some stuff from his place (we plan to take the old newspapers and phone books for recycling), I drove over there while Lisa walked across and met me.
When she went to put stuff in the freezer, she found a mess. The freezer wasn't cold, and food stored in it was bulging and messy melted stuff was dripping all over the floor. What a mess! She had me get garbage bags and scooped the ruined food into them, then tried to figure out what happened. It appears that the temperature sensor at the top of the freezer got so badly iced over that it shut the freezer off because it thought it was too cold; however, that caused the rest of the freezer to stop freezing. I think it's possible that one of us may have not completely closed the freezer, and with the high humidity around here, it probably didn't take long for a lot of ice to build up on the inside roof, making the rest of the freezer useless.
After we threw away all of the spoiled food (and stored our own frozen foods in the smaller refrigerator in her father's RV temporarily), Lisa unplugged the freezer, propped it open, and set up pans to catch the dripping water. She told me this morning that she was up much of the night draining the pans and digging out ice. Maybe after it dries out this afternoon we can plug it back in and restore it to service. It's unfortunate to lose the frozen food, but OTOH some of the things in there were several years old and probably should have been thrown out anyway — this just gave us an excuse to clean it out.