Monday: They start taking off the roof. Too late to
change my mind now!
Tuesday: The roof is completely off. I feel like I'm
living in a double-wide trailer. I can see daylight around the perimeter
of the living room. Fortunately not in the bedroom - that would just
be too weird. The cable connection was unhooked while they worked
on the roof, so no TV or internet tonight. Oh why couldn't they have
cut the phone line instead?!?! And yes, the chimney is supposed to
be crooked.
Wednesday: They found a crack in the chimney and had
to take it down below the roofline. Storms are rolling in this evening,
so the roof is tarped to keep it dry. With all the wind, it sounds
like I'm in a giant sailboat! The cable is reconnected, but they unplugged
the AC compressor. Did I mention it was 90 degrees today?
Thursday: I survived the heat and the storm, with
only a couple of waterspots in one of the rooms. Someone was by the
house but no noticeable work was done.
Friday: The tarp comes off and they lay the plywood
subfloor upstairs. I can no longer see daylight through the cracks
in the living room ceiling.
And somehow, despite all the trauma, the rose bush
is still alive.
