The roofers have arrived this morning, a very windy Monday morning. Our 40-year old wood shake roof is being replaced with a new composition roof. But, first, they must tear off all those wood shakes. It is a very noisy procedure, one that sounds and feels as if the house is being torn apart, which, I guess, is an accurate description.
A couple of the cats who are in the house have run and hid behind beds. The two males, cats, though, are sleeping through all the noise. I am dressed and ready to run errands this morning. Terry may stay around for awhile and listen to the banging and thumping. I figure that it will again be noisy when they start nailing down those new shingles in the next day or so. I’ll plan a day away for that procedure.