Crazy Stable

Blue sky is but a distant memory. Yesterday, with cold and soaking rain in the forecast, the crew worked until dusk to get this half of the roof covered with the new shingles. We may not see them again until Monday, or whenever it dries out.  After one day of downpour, even without gutters, nothing seems to have leaked...yet...

Late last night, a flatbed truck pulled up and used its mighty hydraulic dragging gizmo to haul the bulging dumpster up and away. We'll need another for the second half of the roof. I love dumpsters; they mean progress.

But it got me thinking: How much recycling, composting, and buying of cute recycled tchotchkes do you have to perform to offset a gift like this to America's landfills?  Nobody, to my knowledge, is making anything useful or quaint out of mountains of skanky, nail-infested old roofing material...but if you come up with any ideas (clever placemats or totebags, anyone?), there's more where that came from.