Spent the last three days up on a windy rooftop stuccoing a chimney with Joel Oyer. The stuccoing itself is not so bad, but climbing in and out of the tent and up and down the ladders is a pain. The cold ocean winds beat the crap out of us and even managed to tear a portion of the tent roof off at one point. We were having a difficult time, as it was, just trying to keep the inside temperature above fifty; with a kerosene heater blowing into the fireplace below and a propane blower up on the roof. Temperatures outside on a few of those mornings were in the single digits and we often could not start applying stucco till the sun came over the trees and provided us with a little greenhouse effect through the plastic. One coat a day.
Did I mention how much I dislike heights?
