Yesterday, I might have been a trifle cavalier bout the idea of a new roof on the refurbished outhouse.

Our outhouse has a flat, slanty roof.  Allowing for a generous eave of 18" on the sides and low back... and a 24" eave across the high front...the total area of this roof still remains a mystery.
To make things worse, I'm apparently sposed to pound it into boards that are called trusses and stick a hole in it with a pipe that looks like the pointy tin  head of the Tin Man in Tne Wonderful World of Oz.

Then, there's tar ( I don't want to talk bout this part)

Then a roll of black paper that weighs as much as an elephant.

Then shingles - and, it was made palucidly clear to me that, if I don't pound the right kind of nail  in EXACTLY, the right location, the whole shebang will blow away.

I wonder...if he takes his hat off, do his pants fall down?

So... I duct taped a few black plastic garbage bags and then affixed em to the holey roof.

After that I found an old, blue johnboat tarp in the machine shop, threw it up there, and tied it down with some cinder blocks hanging by ropes threaded through the tarp's grommets.

The reviews were mixed.