At last the day arrived for Bossy to get her new roof shingles. Although she wasn’t quite sure how that would work because note the snow on her roof:
And that was nothing compared to the icy drifts on the sunless back of her house:
Regardless, the work crew was there at sunrise. At first Bossy was scared of her roofers and spied on them from behind her Ikea roller blinds:
But in no time at all Bossy was snapping ass shots out her bathroom window:
While the Mack truck dressed as a field mouse hunkered behind the closet door on the stair landing:
The men secured their ladders and in seconds flat were peeling off three hideous layers of shingles. This is a very pleasing noise in a house with no attic, especially if you’re the type who loves the sound of your eardrum separating from your ear canal.
Soon Bossy heard power saws overhead. She realized the men were hovering over her skylight removing the last of the boards that separated Bossy from the morning sun. Lucky thing Bossy and her husband were totally prepared for the splintered sheathing and crusty tarpaper that would fall directly into their bedroom:
Less than an hour later the crew had completed Phase One.
The next phase was the application of the new shingles over the tar paper. Bossy was very excited to see the new shingle color on her very own roof since she spent
some time three hundred days researching brands and textures and color variations.
Bossy sat with her husband and watched the new shingles as they were applied, row after light gray row. Suddenly it occurred to Bossy that maybe she didn’t like her new roof because the exact color she was hoping to achieve was situated directly to her left — on her husband’s shirt. Bossy got a divorce.
No matter — the men worked on. And as more shingles were nailed in place, Bossy began to feel a little better about her shingle decision. Of course the sun had moved behind the adjacent trees obscuring the true roof color.
But at least Bossy and her daughter got their new skylights. Which is great news because they’ll never sleep a minute past 5:15 am again.