We’ve been building a Wind-House (just a roof) in the middle of our housing complex to provide a gathering place protected from whatever the sky is offering–be it soaking rain or blazing sun. Along the way I’ve been participating in the process as much as possible, but today I spectated almost exclusively. Our Menyan friends were grassing the roof and my role was limited to occasionally handing stuff up from the ground. This is partly because the roof is rated for a weight capacity less than me and partly because I have no thatching experience. The job was almost completed today, but none of the guys knew how to finish off the ridge. Hoka said we would need his older brother for that job.