being worked on by an army of highly skilled laborers. Highly skilled and noisy as hell.
We had to close our back door earlier this afternoon when we noticed that a mist of dirt was wafting in through our screen door and settling on our kitchen floor. I stepped outside to survey the scene, and found our patio covered in a fine layer of soot. One level up, on floor two, the patios also featured a colorful array of wooden detritus, as if a log cabin had ‘sploded nearby. The third floor… let’s just say I hope the our third floor neighbors have a good sense of humor about all this.
So yeah, our roof is getting redone. As in, torn completely off and replaced with an entirely new cover. No one knows how long it’d been since the last roof, but several signs — read: leaks — made it clear that it was time. After dipping deep into the reserves and even deeper into our pockets for the capital, we signed on with a local Quality Roofer. (Hey, it’s in their name.) Today they started their terror.
I don’t envy the third-floor residents right now. It must feel be like living in an underground bunker in the middle of a war zone. Even down here on the first floor, the incessant banging is beginning to make my brain hurt. In certain parts of the house, if you listen closely, you can hear the sweet accompaniment of plaster falling through the walls. It’s a veritable symphony of money-pittery.
I went up to see the work up close and meet the gentlemen who are pouring their sweat into our new roof. They were nice enough to let up and stick my camera lens in all corners of their work, as if I were an insurance appraiser. I think they may have thought I was there to get documentation in case they screwed up. I wasn’t, but if that makes them even more careful, all the better.
They say that any money you spend on fundamental improvements like a new roof can be funneled directly back into your resale price. I hope that’s true, but it’s cold comfort for those of us who don’t plan on moving right away. In the meanwhile, the Quality Roofer’s kid gets through another semester at college and we sit here with a big hole in our checking accounts. Which I guess, all things considered, is better than a hole above our heads.