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The Roof, the Roof, the Roofers Are On Fire

Last weekend’s weather was very March-like. This week we’ve fast forwarded to the heat of July. And I’m unprepared for it. This morning I was scrambling to put together a weather-appropriate outfit, while a bit on the sleep-deprived side. I’d been too hot to sleep well last night. Around 3am I even moved downstairs, making a half-hearted attempt to sleep on the vinyl-covered futon. Doesn’t that just scream comfort? Anyhow, not long after I settled in I heard the little man moving around upstairs. The boy is not known for his stealth. His first trip was to the bathroom. So far so good. His second trip was into my room, looking for me (because I’m always good for a cuddle, even in the middle of the night. The husband…not so much). I considered dragging my weary body back upstairs but it didn’t take long for him to return to his own room. And that was that. Or so I thought. When he first woke up this morning he whispered to me “mom, I had a bad dream. [insert dramatic pause] I thought I lost you.” Oh, god. That got me right here (and by here I am gesturing, theatrically, with both hands covering my heart). Nothing like a little guilt to get the day started.

The other not so great way to start the day? Stumbling into the kitchen to make coffee…and looking out the patio doors to see a man standing on my deck. I guess the adrenaline rush might have been better than coffee, but I could have done without it. Thankfully it was just one of the roofers, back for a 6:40am start. But they’d only left around 9:20pm last night. It’s after 9pm tonight and guess what? They’re still here. Hammering away.

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  1. Rena wrote:

    Freaky. That scene in Fargo is what came to mind.
    I had a dude come to my door once with a drill; my dog scared him away. I have lived with the notion that my dog saved my life and my daughter’s–whom I gave birth to the next day.) I come to find out a few years later that it was the Meter Dude. Could’ve fooled me in that oversized hoodie (with hood UP). Back in the day, Meter Readers were pretty square-looking and looked the part.

    Wednesday, May 24, 2006 at 8:24 pm | Permalink
  2. starfire wrote:

    Being a roofer seems like a hard job to me.

    Thursday, May 25, 2006 at 6:39 am | Permalink
  3. Oh my god yes! Not only are they working crazy long days (and the last two have been in hot sun), they also have to have cat-like balance. When the little man first saw them up on our weird-shaped roof he said “that’s dangerous!” and he’s not wrong. I’ve been very impressed with the dudes. But personally, I wouldn’t mind if they worked shorter days spread over more time…

    Thursday, May 25, 2006 at 9:11 am | Permalink
  4. Iseult wrote:

    He thought he lost you? I had dreams like that when I was a kid . . . and I was never so happy to see my mom as on mornings after a bad dream. I can just see the wistful look on your little man’s face too and can imagine how it would pull at the heartstrings!

    Thursday, May 25, 2006 at 10:31 am | Permalink

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