Our house looks strange.  It has no chimney.  Our friendly neighborhood roofer D removed the old crumbly one and will soon be in the process of installing a new one.  I had visions of the old chimney crashing down on my van.  D is in a slow period so we thought why not have it fixed now.  There goes the savings account again.

     You couldn’t get me up on our roof for any amount of money.  Heck, I don’t like to climb a six-foot ladder.  D leans way over the edge to reach the loads of bricks his helper sends up.

     I couldn’t watch.  I had to go inside and cringe.

     He’s going to work on the MIL’s roof next.  I hope he’s gentle on us and doesn’t charge a fortune for it.