The workers arrived at 7:30 AM today to begin installing our new roof. I would prefer they let me sleep a little longer, but for me, the inconvenience is worth finally having that new roof on the house. The cats don't agree, however. The large one hides in a corner behind the couch, using a low crawl if she has to emerge for food or drink. The small white one is unnerved as well, which is odd because nothing usually phases her. She sticks to me like glue all day long.
Choosing the roof was an interesting experience. They have several styles and colors to choose from, I began to agonize almost at once. This is a VERY permanent fixture, and far to expensive to replace if I don't like the color, so choosing the right one is vital. I enlist my usual techniques which involves photographing the roof and applying different colors in photoshop until I'm completely overwhelmed.
As I'm sitting there, I wonder how anyone could makes such a decision easily. Then, as I'm driving along in the car, I begin to notice the roof of every house I pass. Many houses in Fremont now have metal roofs (like I soon will), and I had no idea. How could I have missed this new trend? I thought my husband was nuts when he first proposed it.
Well for starters, the hailstorm a few months back ensured new roofs for most of the town. But then, the answer is obvious. No one looks at your roof. Sitting here now, I could not tell you the color of my parent's roof, and that's the house I grew up in. Not a single roof comes to mind. And slowly the agonizing wanes, even if the color isn't perfect, it isn't likely to matter much anyway, because no one pays attention to your roof.
A sigh of relief.
PS: Why do I have an instinct that the plural of roof is rooves? Spellcheck assures me otherwise. :P