Barb’s Burblings

I got notice last week that workers would be redoing the roof of my apartment building. Huzzah! I thought, as this means that I no longer have to worry about the roof leaking and scrambling around with pots and whatnot. Which, yes, I’ve had to do. So, yay! New roof. They started work on July 2nd, and actually worked last Friday, when I had off. I could hear them a bit, but they were on a different part of the roof, so it wasn’t too bad. They did, however, consistently start work at 7:30 or so, which is right when I’m getting up, so I spent last week waking up to *thump* *thump* WHACK WHACK WHACK *thump* *drill*. Charming.

Anyway. Today I discovered that these guys work six days a week. Awesome! I had actually thought they were done, as their trucks and equipment–which had been taking up over half the parking spots allotted to my building–were gone yesterday afternoon when I got home. But it wasn’t to be. They let me sleep in until 8:30, instead of their usual 6:30, but really, I don’t appreciate being woken up by drilling and hammering directly over my head. On a Saturday. I tried to sleep through it and was largely unsuccessful for an hour or so. Then, fortunately, they moved to some other part of the building. Or maybe I was just really tired, which is possible.

They’re still up there. And I appreciate the new roof, honestly. But I also appreciate sleep on the weekends. And I’m sure these guys would also like to sleep on the weekends. This could be a win-win.