Me again, after I nearly accidentally accepted delivery of the large package that turns out is a garden shed kit for next door. When the driver saw me come outdoors at about 6:45am he unloaded the electric lift from the back of the lowboy loaded with building materials and picked up the box. I realized what it was and pointed him next door and proceeded to get their attention (they're early risers but she was in the shower and he didn't have his hearing aids in yet.) I was waiting for shingles. The delivery driver told me they're easy to spot, they're wrapped in bright pink.

The roofers have arrived and I have to say that with the size of the crew and the amount of work the price of the job is a bargain. (It's a family affair, Angel has three sons and I think two of them are working here today.)

It's a bit chilly still, I'll wait until the sun is over the woods across the street before I head out to do my garden puttering. There's a lot to keep me busy and out of the noisy drum of a house. Right now it sounds like a noisy hailstorm as they use shovels to scrape up the old shingles, but when they start the electric hammers it is a mindless persistent clatter.