So last Monday the roofers were supposed to arrive at 8 am to start redoing my roof. I even got up at 7:30 and let the dogs out so no strangers would have to deal with Dummy and Shorty.
And then I surfed the net and waited. And waited. And wondered if there was a crew of people somewhere nearby tearing shingles off the wrong house. And about the time I was reduced to reading articles about sports, I got a call from the owner saying that they couldn't get the trailer there that day, so they wouldn't be there until Tuesday. I went back to bed.
Tuesday morning I would have followed the same routine, but the roofers showed up at 7:10 am and knocked on the door. Yep, I'm sure I was looking my very best. I'm not sure what the guy said because I couldn't hear him over the noise that Ginger was making. (Naturally Ginger didn't warn me that anyone was coming to the door -- she only hit DEFCON 2 status after I answered the knock.) I'm pretty sure that he wanted to know where my driveway was. I'm thinking that's one of those questions that you just shouldn't bother asking -- if you can't find it, you probably won't be able to back a trailer onto it.
Anyhow, a whole bunch of guys climbed onto the roof and started ripping off parts of the house, making enough noise to rival Ginger's barking and the conures' screaming. I went back to bed and slept though it all for the next few hours. This answers the question of whether I can sleep through anything. Yes. Yes, I can.
The next day nothing really happened aside from the city inspector showing up. Apparently everyone was waiting for it to get really, really hot before they went back to working during the day in a spot with no shade. I may have missed something, though, because this approach doesn't make sense to me.
By the end of the week Woodland had managed to achieve the pleasant summer temperatures for which it is famous. I have to wonder, though -- if you were going to spend the day working on a roof when it's over 105 degrees F, wouldn't you bring a cooler of ice with you? I have to wonder if these guys have just completely baked their brains. They're all very nice, but still...
By Friday afternoon the garage was finished, and the dry rot boards had been replaced on the house, but there still weren't shingles. So naturally we had thunderstorms on Sunday.
As far as I know it didn't actually rain Sunday night. I think we just had a lot of thunder and lightening. On the other hand, I'm not entirely sure since I slept through the storm...
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