Sunday, August 17, 2008

We thought we were doing so well. Except for the ice chest and the clothes we planned to wear the next day, everything and I do mean EVERYTHING was packed and loaded into the back of my 22 year old Toyota with the gimpy windows. We got into bed about 11:00pm and I had just dozed off, around 11:30, when I was jolted awake by the God awful racket. I rolled over and settled into a light sleep when it happened again. It sounded like eight to ten gun shots in fairly rapid succession and I was wide awake now and I knew exactly what and who it was. The family two houses up the street had been redoing their roof for the past three days and the whole neighbourhood was very familiar with the sound of their nail gun. They had a spot light up on their roof and were working feverishly to finish as much as possible before the rain started. They finally stopped at midnight but I lay in bed waiting for the next volley of nails until 12:20am. I think I calmed down enough to fall asleep by 12:45am. My only consolation was that the "early to bed, early to rise", ignorant Dog Lady and Bob the Builder would also have been roused from a sound slumber.

Update on the Neighbour's Roof:
As of Saturday, August 23rd the roof is still not finished.