Thursday, August 30, 2007
raise high the roofbeams, carpenters.
The past couple of days we had some workers come and install a new roof. It has been non-stop, incessant pounding of hammers, popping of nail guns, and dragging of shingles- which sounded more like morbidly obese dead bodies being slid from peak to eave. Henry, of course, was able to nap through it all. I don't get it- the creaking of the front door will wake him up, but this cacophony did not. It is finally quiet again; the remains of our old tiled roof removed. As if it never even happened. Except we have a new roof in place. And I really miss the old one, from an aesthetic standpoint... but I won't miss the leaks. Especially the ones above Henry's crib.