Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Outside of My Window.

A big thank you to Jane, my postcard swap buddy, for this wonderful postcard, a photographic collage and a balm to my soul. Why might I be seeking comfort? The second photo says it all.

Our house was built in 1907 and apparantly has only had two roofs in that time, the original wood shingled roof and a later composite shingled permutation. The latter was simply put on over the first; I know this because we are getting a new roof and the old must come off first.

This is what it looks like when a 99 year-old roof comes off. And the sound and feel of having a roof ripped off are incredible. All over my house there is a pall of dust, 99 years of dust set loose, including some ash from Mt. St.Helens, I'm betting. And once the ripping off was complete, the hammering began.

Now I know there was no other way to do it, and I should have had the sense to be somewhere else, somewhere else far far away. This is by way of saying that I haven't done much knitting lately. I haven't done much of anything but think I've learned my lesson, and when the hammering begins today, I'll take a walk at the very least.


Jane said...

I feel your pain. I was just informed this afternoon that each and every one of the original light fixtures in our "new" house are fire hazards. Ah, the joy of owning a piece of history! Glad you liked the card, too. I had fun making it.

Carrie K said...

Oh no! At least it was the remnants of your old roof. At first I thought it was your house.