Well when I was about 13 my Dad started me out helping him at work. He had his own small residential construction business and did mostly roofing. I started out bucking shingled up the ladder and keeping him supplied in nails. When I had him in good shape I could grab a hammer and learn to put on shingles myself. I learned a lot and it has served me well over the years. I held part time jobs roofing to fill in gaps in the checking account on more than one occasion, helped friends and family and so on.
This weekend was a pivotal turning point in this however. A buddy on the fire Dept. was re-roofing his house. Had lots of young eager help but little experience. So off I go to this 12-12 and steeper roof that was partially a shingle over cedar shake tear off.
At about 1:00 OR 1:30 I was asking myself what in the hell I was doing. Ill be 50 this year and it appears that I have officially outgrown the young mans job of climbing around on a roof. I'm pretty sure that even my hair hurts. What's left that is. I took off without a cap and pretty well baked my partially bald head. Every muscle in my body is protesting my stupidity. I got off the roof at 7:00 last night and showed up to work a 36 hour shift on the ambulance at 8:00.
So now I am officially old and this getting old stuff is not for the faint of heart. Oh Ill feel better in a couple of days but my glory days of doing one of the hardest physical jobs around are all done. Ill just be out by the garage piddling with my tractors and reminiscing.