Looking out my front door on day one
Thanks to last fall’s Hurricane Ike, we had more than a few shingles that found new homes in yards miles from ours. But we didn’t have any leaks, so it was an easy problem to ignore on our now 13-year-old roof.
But then DMS Roofing came around and said a new roof could be had for the mere price of our deductible, with the balance paid by our insurance company. And it just so happened that our deductible, which went up a couple weeks after Ike hit, was fairly low. So we checked into it, and now we have a new roof!
The roofing guys were supposed to start working their magic last Thursday. So imagine my surprise when I heard the distinctive “beep-beep-beep” of a forklift backing up . . . in my driveway . . . the day before. I looked outside the kitchen window and saw a stack of roofing materials on pallets blocking the side of the garage where the Mister parks his car.
I went out to talk to the delivery guy and told him to continue putting stuff on that side, so my car, which was in the garage, wouldn’t be blocked. I was rather surprised that the guy didn’t come to the door to at least let me know he was going to stop our access into and out of part of our garage.
Sidebar: The Mister already couldn’t park on his side of the garage, because that’s where we had put the garage sale tables and stuff that hadn’t sold. So it was no biggie.
Out with the old shingles
The next day the work began. Old roofing materials littered the yard, as the guys worked quickly to get rid of the old and bring in the new.
Working near my front door
Confession time: I’ve never lived in a house that has gotten a new roof. Which means I’ve never worked in a house that was getting a new roof.
I hear you knocking.
A full day of pounding, pounding, pounding led to a full day of a pounding, pounding headache for me that ibuprofen couldn’t touch. I would leave the house and feel better only to come back to nonstop thumping above me and in my head. Ugh!
The old shingles are gone!
I guess it’s worth the suffering to get something new and useful. But that was the last thought in my pummeled noggin that day. In fact, I think every thought I had was whacked and thwacked out of me. Am I starting to sound like a thesaurus?
The work continues all over the roof.
Our roof was a beehive of activity all day.
The sun starts to set on the work day.
Even as the sun was going down behind our house. Finally, at around 8 p.m., the incessant pounding mercifully ended. Hallelujah!
The workers came back the next day to finish up a little on the house and the garage. And in the end . . .
Ain't it gorgeous?
I guess it was worth it! The roof looks great.
But next time I need a new roof, I’m going to be like my friend Deanna and be out of town when the workers come!