Sunday, April 17, 2005

No More Tarps, Buckets

Eight months and holding - that's how long it took to get roofers doing what roofers do best - ROOF our roof. Now that every dog within miles is awake I guess that's enough shaggy story, right? But, of course, being the drama queens that all of us are, it wasn't a simple job.

It started out well last Sat. If you can say having approximately 18-20 guys jump onto your roof and start ripping up shingles okay. They were loud, they were all over the place and they were not speaking the one language I'm somewhat familiar with. Kid Sis and I stayed inside as the wood, nails, black paper, etc. came flying off.

THEN, it was still - nothing - the eye of the storm. I looked out just as they (20 strong) attack the Guest House where Nurse Sis and her Lab were doing some computer work. They both ended up under the covers, expecting someone to be falling thru at any moment.

That was that. As quickly as they had descended, they were gone - big white truck filled to the brim with day workers and shingles. It was surreal.

Of course, Sat. night and all day Sun. we prayed it would not rain - as every increasingly heavy clouds hovered around us. We did get out the tarps, placed the buckets in rows starting in the corner of the front room and working forward, as usual. Some big contributors toward filling up the buckets have been our ceiling speaker and our ceiling fan, along with about 10 holes a nice fireman poked into the drywall one rainy night to keep the ceiling from falling down on us.

Oh, it's really been the Beverly Hillybillies around here. But, that is now over.... Monday morning we got two white trucks - filled to the brim with - oh, you know.

Now, the surprise. All but two guys left. Every day now for a week these two guys show up at 10:00 or 11:00, start a noisy compressor and start drilling holes in the tops of our heads - no, no, that's just what it feels like until 6 or 6:30 every night.

Maybe we needed the slow, painful version of the roofing process to kept reminding ourselves we are now over the hump. We have a tight, secure house to relax in, stay dry in, take a deep breathe in - we are home.


At 1:52 PM, Anonymous culaina said...

things like this are so disruptive, aren't they? they leave you wondering what every hammer fall, every shrill drill and every chisel drive is for.

thankfully, it's all sorted and you are high and dry again.

nice one =)

At 6:56 PM, Blogger jon said...

I am trying to find roofing shingles people and found your blog while searching. I totally agree with that...


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