Sunday, August 08, 2004
Which reminds me of something kind of interesting that happened on the roof a few days ago. We were moving shingles from one story to another, using a rope and a hook. There is a platform on the left side of house that I was standing on, letting the buckets of shingles down to the next level. I saw some nails on the roof about 5 feet away from my post, and I left to pick them up. I thought, I should really go back to where I was, because the shingles kept falling down in the very area I was picking nails from. But I thought, a few more nails won't hurt. So I moved farther away, and a few seconds later a bucket of shingles fell off the hook and came flying off the roof, hitting the same spot I was standing in moments before! I was just so amazed. Small thing, but it could have killed me if the bucket had hit me.