I live in a condo development that is now old enough to begin replacing roofs on some of the older buildings. This past week, the building next to mine, which houses four homes, got its new roof. And it was quite a production.
On Monday, the dumpsters were parked in front of the various garages. (Yes, the residents were warned in advance to put their cars elsewhere.) Then about a dozen men showed up with ladders and pitchforks and elbow grease. They all must have had prior experience in a high wire act, because they walked around on the communal roof without fear. A couple of them actually ran back and forth as they stripped the shingles from the plywood.
On Tuesday it rained and the aerialists stayed home.
On Wednesday, they started installing the new roof; and I had no idea it was so involved. It reminded me of how to make a quilt with backing and piecing and then the actual quilting to create a work of art.
By Thursday, it was seventy-five percent done, and on Friday the crew finished in time for dinner. And did I mention that they cleaned away all the nails and debris that missed the dumpsters before leaving every single night.
The new roof matches all the others in color, but it is markedly brighter and better installed than the original. I don’t think my building is next, which means I’ll just have to live with roof envy.
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