Our house is strangely silent these days. Our roof has been in the process of being painted for five weeks, and was finally finished earlier this week. I think the roof painting process was supposed to take a week and a half, but it's been a really rainy spring and the job stretched on and on. I mean, would you want to climb up a ladder onto a wet roof in the rain?
At first it was a bit of an inconvenience, having intruders outside our windows... but then we struck up a good rapport with Forrest and the gang. Forrest even started bringing his fourth grade son Eddie along, who would shoot baskets and ride his bike while his dad worked.
It really feels like something is missing not having their big white van in the driveway and a bunch of guys broiling in the heat on the roof. I know they're glad they're done... who wants to paint a roof in Virginia in the summer? It's an insane idea in the first place.
