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The Neverending Project I stood at my kitchen door looking across the breezeway at the outside garage wall Planning some light remodeling work prior to selling my home I figured I would replace a few of the cedar shingles and layer on some fresh gray paint My house is a small Cape built back in 1948 and although the previous owners updated virtually everything they never replaced the old cedar shingles that are now worn from several cold winters and hot summers Considering the simplicity of such a project I knew I would have to set aside the better part of the day a whopping six hours or so to complete the task trip to Home Depot included A six hour job would leave me just enough time to mow the lawn While looking at the garage I noticed some odd dirt stains appearing to leak down from behind the cedar shingles so I stepped out of the house and walked across the breezeway to get a closer look Sure enough it looked as though dirt carried by rain stained the shingles leading me to believe the breezeway roof must be leaking down between the shingled wall and the inner garage wall I stepped very close to examine the stains and found tiny particles of sawdust clinging to the shingles like cobwebs Suddenly my neighbor Ken let out a yell from his driveway scaring me enough that I jumped up nearly knocking over my wifes prized collection of garden statuettes placed on a nearby table Ken is an older man who is hard of hearing although hell tell you differently and one of the nicest neighbors a person could have It never ceases to amaze me the sheer physical effort he puts forth to yell hello to me each morning and how it always scared the hell out of me The man is loud This morning it wasnt hello he was yelling instead
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