Spring jobs we have not been able to finish have been calling our name. Cleaning gutters and fixing roof leaks were two of those jobs.
The handy dandy Kubota tractor with bucket got them to the roof
and the leak fixing began.
On to the other side of the house to clear some gutters that were giving us problems. Hubby told Andrew to stay down and operate the bucket but Andrew did not obey. He climbed the bucket like a monkey after he delivered Hubby to the roof. He helped.
The roof was wet because they were cleaning gutters with the water hose and other tools. Hubby hit a wet spot, his feet went out from under him and he began a slide to the edge of the house. Andrew, thinking on his feet, grabbed Hubby quickly by his shirt just as Hubby had reached the edge. Then much like Bonnie does, Andrew backed up the incline of the roof with Hubby in tow.
The end of the house where Hubby would have fallen is higher than here.
I'll not go into great detail about how a disabled 65-year-old man should not have been on the roof but then we would have to discuss how stubborn I am too. We both do what we have to do.
Thanks to God and Andrew, Hubby is unhurt. He is sore and was very rattled after Andrew pulled him to safety but safe nonetheless. That is what counts. I'm upset I didn't get pictures of the whole thing! I was standing at the bottom as if I could catch Hubby and break his fall.
