Dad's impeccable timing

Among the many remodels my amazing father has done, I can only remember two roofing projects.

One, was November '04 (I think). Dad re-roofed the house. We had had a very mild fall. The two days we ripped shingles off, the weather was gorgeous. I might exaggerate some, but the moment we took the last shingle off, the sky turned dark, the wind picked up, the air turned cold and a miserable drizzle ensued. This continued for almost 3 weeks. The wind was so strong that it actually ruined one of our tarps. We had leaks everywhere, some of which made it through the attic to stain our living room ceiling. When it wasn't raining, we worked like maniacs on the roof in the (almost) hurricane strength wind and (almost) sub-zero temperatures. Finally, it was done. The weather turned nice again, of course.

The second roofing project is Dad's tool shed. He first started this project in early '08--right before his FEST got called to Iraq.

Not to be deterred, he took this project up again this week. He got in two days good work in good weather before the remnants of Gustav made their work to Northeastern Oklahoma.

Poor Dad. He really wants his shed back. Who cursed him with bad roofing luck?