The Cross House
So, the roofers are inching away at the Cross House.
Last week they tore like five layers of roofing off the top of the octagon tower.
I was preoccupied, and not paying attention.
And when I did pay attention, it was too late.
So, why am I a ding-dong?
Because when the roofers were tearing off the layers upon layers of shingles, it did not occur to me to say: When you get to the original cedar shingle layer, let me know. Because I suspect the outline of the lost final will be obvious, and I can take images, and get vital dimensions to recreate it.
But this thought did not enter into my head until after all the shingles were torn off, thus erasing all evidence.
Yesterday I talked with Chris from Groh & Sons Roofing. He told me he had, indeed, seen clear evidence of a lost finial.
Yep, I am a ding-dong.