Ah, nothing like the pitter patter of big men with big feet and heavy tools.
Yes, it's roofing day! Remember? That new roof we were hoping for? That new roof we tried to get while failing at hail dancing? It seems our insurance company took pity on us and decided we were worthy of a new one.
So today's the day. I counted 8 strippers on the roof this morning
Strangely enough, China is not very bothered by all of the banging. I thought she was going to be a pain to live with today. When I let her out this morning - because she's gotta go out eventually - she was a basket case as expected. I've realized that it's not the noise that sends her over the edge, it's the mere fact that there are people on our roof. When she's inside, she can't see them, and it's just another day even though it sounds like we're in a pneumatic nail gun test lab. Crazy pooch.
I did take her out for her usual beauty walk this morning. From where we live, we've got a good view of the charred remains of the hillside to the west. It's kind of a strange sight, the burnt areas look like patches of shadows from clouds, but there are no clouds. It's just that everything in those spots is now black. There's a lot of debris removal and smoke damage removal and general activity of that sort going on in those neighborhoods.
I'm not going to complain about needing home improvements.
The roofers are currently taking a lunch break under the tree in the front yard - eating out of styrofoam containers and drinking Gatorade. It's probably around 100 degrees on our roof.
I'm not going to complain about the heat.