Shop Class, Period 5 Week 11
Tim bounded into the Danger Shop, full of energy after being bedridden for a few days. There were a few mockups of variously tilted roofs, some with bare framing, others with boards, none with shingles.
"Hey! Got a great class today. Roofing! It's the time-honored tradition of putting something over your head so you don't drown when you sleep on a rainy night. Now, for most homeowners, that will be shingles on an angled roof. To prepare for this, you have to be careful, as any roof is dangerous to be on, much less one that has a sloped face. If the roof is too steep, wear a safety harness and attach it to a line, like so."
Tim belted himself into a safety harness and attached a lifeline to the back of it, between the shoulderblades. "Now, if you fall, this lifeline will catch you, like a seatbelt," he said, pulling on the line slowly. "If it goes too fast, it stops!" He jerked the cord and it locked up. "And the harness distributes the weight, so it's not just something clipped to your belt, because that's not safe."
Believe the man, Tim knows not safe.
"So. Anchor the line to something secure, like a chimney, or something on the other side of the roof like a tree or your work truck, and work on the opposite side of the roof. When you're done there, switch the anchor."
He climbed the ladder up to one of the models that was fairly tilted, waiting for shingles. "Now, some of these are just in need of shingles and some are just bare wood." He briefly went over how to prep rafters and timbers for shingling and materials used under shingles and for shingles. And how to remove old shingles and materials for preparing for a new roof.
"So, you start at the bottom of the roof, working your way up row by row. Can everyone see okay?" he said, walking a bit closer to the edge as he grabbed a pack of shingles already on the roof and reached for his hammer.
He fell.
The lifeline caught him, dangling him suspended about a foot off the ground and about a foot below the eaves of the roof. He swung back and forth, the lifeline clipped behind his shoulderblades. "Um. Little help here?" Swing, Tim, Swing.
[ooc: laptop is overheating. may have to take it into shop. woe for fandom pings and NaNo count! ocd coming up]
"Hey! Got a great class today. Roofing! It's the time-honored tradition of putting something over your head so you don't drown when you sleep on a rainy night. Now, for most homeowners, that will be shingles on an angled roof. To prepare for this, you have to be careful, as any roof is dangerous to be on, much less one that has a sloped face. If the roof is too steep, wear a safety harness and attach it to a line, like so."
Tim belted himself into a safety harness and attached a lifeline to the back of it, between the shoulderblades. "Now, if you fall, this lifeline will catch you, like a seatbelt," he said, pulling on the line slowly. "If it goes too fast, it stops!" He jerked the cord and it locked up. "And the harness distributes the weight, so it's not just something clipped to your belt, because that's not safe."
Believe the man, Tim knows not safe.
"So. Anchor the line to something secure, like a chimney, or something on the other side of the roof like a tree or your work truck, and work on the opposite side of the roof. When you're done there, switch the anchor."
He climbed the ladder up to one of the models that was fairly tilted, waiting for shingles. "Now, some of these are just in need of shingles and some are just bare wood." He briefly went over how to prep rafters and timbers for shingling and materials used under shingles and for shingles. And how to remove old shingles and materials for preparing for a new roof.
"So, you start at the bottom of the roof, working your way up row by row. Can everyone see okay?" he said, walking a bit closer to the edge as he grabbed a pack of shingles already on the roof and reached for his hammer.
He fell.
The lifeline caught him, dangling him suspended about a foot off the ground and about a foot below the eaves of the roof. He swung back and forth, the lifeline clipped behind his shoulderblades. "Um. Little help here?" Swing, Tim, Swing.
[ooc: laptop is overheating. may have to take it into shop. woe for fandom pings and NaNo count! ocd coming up]