You know what would be really great?
If my neighbors decided to have their roof re-shingled.
Yeah, that would be great, especially if the roofing crew showed up at, say, oh, 6:30 in the AM and started running power tools, generators, compressors, and a great big giant fucking forklift.
Yeah, that would be really, really great.
The pounding from the nail guns, that’s a nice touch too.
You know what would make it even better?
If the guys who just showed up to help brought a big damn CD player.
And they liked speed metal.
Yeah, that would be really great.
They didn't finish.
They got all the old shingles ripped off.
They got two rows of the new shingles put on.
They were working hard.
Then they stopped for a ... break.
I detected the faint pungent smell of burning rope wafting through the trees between my house and the neighbor's. If you know what I mean. It's Alaska, a oregano break is not exactly illegal, or uncommon - providing you're not trying to sell a bag of MatSu Growlight Gold to the local children.
After the ... break, they were a whole lot less, um, focused. Their work had a certain randomness mellowness to it. The sky seemed brighter and more interesting, the clouds were groovy. I put on some Jefferson Airplane, just to be helpful - they really seemed to enjoy White Rabbit.
About 6PM they sort of covered the rest of the roof in a couple of strips of tar paper - then they left. Presumably to go buy some chips, beef jerky, and some ding-dongs.
They did not come back.
Around 7PM I saw my neighbor outside staring at her roof and yelling into a cell phone. I assume she was complimenting the roofing company on the quality of their work.
About midnight, it started to rain.
Don't see the workers anywhere this morning.
I suppose I should go offer my neighbor a bucket or two or three.