Several weeks ago I noticed some shingles on the roof of Mom’s shed had been lifted up by the wind. I had climbed in the roof and laid them flat again even though I knew that wouldn’t be a permanent fix. Today Mom sent me a picture showing that they had been blown up again. When I went over for lunch I got up on the roof intending to nail them down into place but then I realized on closer inspection how detached they actually were—barely holding on at all—and I decided to replace them since Mom had spare shingles. I pulled off what I needed to and replaced them. Luckily it was the perfect section of the roof to minimize how much I had to remove to do the job properly.
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