Spring winds here lean toward drama, which offers a challenge for any temporary roof repairs. I had a couple of garage sale tarps, the blue one frayed badly, the brown one a person could only see daylight through in a few places.
There was nothing obvious to do that would hold those tarps, nail-wise to keep them from ballooning in the wind. The sash weights, hopefully, will do the job.
The old water hose cows chewed through several years ago finally found a use, as well. Trotline cord threaded through pieces of it will hopefully keep the friction down enough to keep it from wearing through the tarps until materials for a better repair can be found.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 
My, how familiar that all looks when I think of jobs I’ve done in the past. Obviously, that makes me think you’re a genius.
Hi Ed. Rightfully so. Gracias, J
…and now I know what to say next time I’m accused of hoarding ‘junk!’
heretherebespiders: Them as accuse you probably just haven’t stopped to think about the alternatives they’re choosing. Gracias, J