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I am a creature of habit. We've had people on the roof since Monday, mostly ripping things of the roof in anticipation of replacing it, which means they are in my front hall at 7:30 am. I know this. And yet when I was standing naked in my bedroom at 7:40 on Wednesday, I was surprised to hear a ladder hit the exterior wall. (I put clothes on and then stuck my head out the window, scaring the crap out of the worker who was at my eye level.)
They started on the far side of the building. They routinely start at 7:30. And yet when they started this morning at their routine time, on the side of the building that houses my bathroom? Had not yet showered.
Whoopsie! My bathtub is situated in a corner of the house, so that you can be ON the roof (not, like, safely) and see into the tub. You do not even need to be on a ladder, or standing on the fascia ledge as someone did outside my kitchen window. So that was the fastest shower in the west, before they could really get going. A half-curtain was always sufficient for the bathroom till now! Luckily I am not home all day to have to figure out how to pee in front of strangers.
The cats in their separate parts of the house are both hiding under the furniture; ripping up roofing tile isn't a quiet business. I closed as many windows as seemed reasonable, and pulled the curtains. I was probably not supposed to walk off with one of the slate tiles that underlie the modern roofing (too damaged, alas, to repair for any less than a zillion dollars), but I have one in my purse, still dirty, as a keepsake. There's a nail-hole in it, neat as anything, and on the underside you can see the slate flaking away, as slate is wont to do.
This piece of slate lived on that roof for 150 years! (I've found better history of the neighborhood, and very good circumstantial evidence of the build year and architect's name). It can live inside the house for a while longer.
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They started on the far side of the building. They routinely start at 7:30. And yet when they started this morning at their routine time, on the side of the building that houses my bathroom? Had not yet showered.
Whoopsie! My bathtub is situated in a corner of the house, so that you can be ON the roof (not, like, safely) and see into the tub. You do not even need to be on a ladder, or standing on the fascia ledge as someone did outside my kitchen window. So that was the fastest shower in the west, before they could really get going. A half-curtain was always sufficient for the bathroom till now! Luckily I am not home all day to have to figure out how to pee in front of strangers.
The cats in their separate parts of the house are both hiding under the furniture; ripping up roofing tile isn't a quiet business. I closed as many windows as seemed reasonable, and pulled the curtains. I was probably not supposed to walk off with one of the slate tiles that underlie the modern roofing (too damaged, alas, to repair for any less than a zillion dollars), but I have one in my purse, still dirty, as a keepsake. There's a nail-hole in it, neat as anything, and on the underside you can see the slate flaking away, as slate is wont to do.
This piece of slate lived on that roof for 150 years! (I've found better history of the neighborhood, and very good circumstantial evidence of the build year and architect's name). It can live inside the house for a while longer.
I have moved mostly over to Dreamwidth. Please comment there if you can.