Yes, the roof is done!  No more banging, dropping things, or saws going off.  And it’s pretty!

I worked at home for the last days while they were putting a new roof over our heads.  The last roof might have been 18 years old.  No one is sure.  During the last windstorm, we lost a few shingles.  Rich and Rick have been doing repairs on the loose shingles for a while.  Time to give in and just replace the bad boy. 

I called around about a metal roof.  The only estimate we got was extremely high.  Rich took one look and said, “Are you crazy?  No metal roof for you, young lady.”  I then turned to the last company who did work for us.  Pete came out with his samples and we talked roof.  Turns out, they could do a metal roof much cheaper, but Rich had his mind set on architectural shingles by now.  I only had one requirement:  color.  I wanted red, but Rich wouldn’t go for it.  However, he did bend to having a green roof.  At least it wasn’t gray, black, or brown.

On Monday, the shingles were delivered.  Rich took a picture of them and sent it to me.  Yes, he was off that day brewing beer for the pig roast.  They were a nice deep forest green.  On Tuesday, three guys showed up to do the work.  From the sounds, they were all Polish.  Steve came to the door to announce their presence, but Sascha had already told me they were out there.

I had to finally put Sascha inside.  She wouldn’t leave them alone when they were on the ground.  She attacked one poor guy so she could give him kisses.  I resorted to walking her in the yard.  She was hating life lately. 

All day long and into almost the dark, they tore off the old, sawed away bad, hammered on tar paper and edging, and then the shingles went on.  They got the back of the house done by 7:00.  Then on Wednesday, they returned to finish the front.  At lunch, I noticed that there was no noise.  I peeked out and the ladder was gone.  I stepped out and noticed all the cars were gone.  Walking out to the garage, I noticed the dumpster wagon was gone.  They were done!

I could let Sascha back out into the yard without having to restrain her.  She was loving life once again.  She rolled in the grass and stretched out.  At one point, she took off to the far reaches of her lead so I couldn’t take her in.  It was nice day so I left her out there.  There were no more roofers to watch though.

I walked around the house with my camera and took pictures.  It turned out nice.  When Rich got home from work, he walked around the house to take in the roof and look for glaring issues.  He didn’t seem to find an.  Now the building inspector for the village gets to have his say.  But it looks like we have a new roof for another 20 years.  Then I assume it will be the next owner’s problem to repair and replace.