BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Aug 20, 2009
So, here I am, back to the office at stupid o'clock in the morning. At least it's quiet. Quiet, blessed quiet.
I haven't mentioned this before, but we're having our house re-roofed. I think we're the last house on the block to finally get around to this (thank you giant and destructive hail storm of death), and we've learned some interesting things:
First, our original shingles were stapled on. Stapled, people. With staples. Not nails. Staples! The good news is that we're getting real roofing nails with our new shingles. Which explains all the banging, slamming, pounding, annoy-the-heck-out-of-the-crazy-woman-who-only-had-four-hours-of-sleep-the-night-before-and-really-needs-a-friggin'-nap-so-please-stop-it-with-the-hammering-already, dear-God-don't-let-them-fall-through-the-ceiling, kinda noise.
Next, these day laborers are seriously hard workers. Sun-up-to-sun-down kinda guys. Literally. They stomped and banged and hammered on our roof till damn near nine o'clock last night. It was dark out when they finally packed it in for the day.
Last but not least, it takes a rappelling system to climb our roof. I kid you not. I had wondered what "steep roof surcharge" meant on the insurance forms and roofing quotes. Turns out it means "additional fee for certified mountaineers." Special roofing sherpas who peak into upstairs windows and scare the bejesus out of unsuspecting homeowners.
Anyway, the office is quiet. *sigh*
