Our New Roof

By Jim Hagarty
2016

We were in need of a new roofing on the three buildings on our property in my hometown. But a deteriorating roof sneaks up on you, like when you can’t get your socks on anymore because they keep catching on your toenails which have grown too long. Not a good comparison, I now fully realize too late, but it is true that fingernails and toenails do sort of creep up on you, don’t they?

Sometimes it takes a little jolt to wake a person up.

This summer I was driving down a gravel road in the country when I could see a roof above a grove of trees. It was a great looking roof and I immediately thought that this was what we needed at home. But it was only when I rounded a bend in the road that my shock revealed itself. The wonderful roof was sitting atop a broken down, abandoned old farmhouse that hadn’t been lived in in a while. No windows left. Doors flung open. Sky-high weeds grown up all around the place.

It was then I realized that our roof was not even in the same league as the roof on a ramshackle shack in the middle of nowhere.

Toenails meet sock.

The roofers left last week.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.