I have a new roof! Finally. It only took 14 months from the time I told the roofer I wanted him to do it until he came. But it looks great. He had a crew of about 15 guys – all Spanish speaking, quite a few smoking, all tattooed, and by the end of the day, all shirtless. It was a big job. There were 5 layers of shingles on my roof – no sheeting whatsoever. As they got to the bottom layers wood shingles were exposed. Will said he thought those dated back to the 1920s. And then they eventually got the entire roof exposed – 168 year old beams laid across the frame of the house. And they are still strong and in good shape, I was told. I ended up getting into conversation with one guy – about God of all things. This guy was white but so tattooed, he looked blue. He even had a teardrop tattoo by his eye, which I have read means gang involvement (at some point – I would assume current gang members do not work construction). He had said something about finding evidence of past termite damage (I was told there was no evidence of live termites now) and I explained that we used to have a problem with those things until we put a basement under the house. He was shocked and blurted out, “You put a basement under here? That must have cost a fortune!” I assured him it had not and told him the story of how Paul had gotten started and then the church guys finished for me. I could tell he was just dumbfounded. But then he started talking about how God always provides for us and some other stuff, so while I don’t know that he was a fellow believer it’s evident that he has some basis of belief. It occurred to me too late that I probably should not have mentioned the part about being widowed. But Will was hanging around all day so maybe they assume that he lives with me. I hope so!
David graduated Sat. It was a wonderful day. I was so proud of him. The ceremony went fine. It did bring back memories because the last time I had been in this same church was for Will’s homeschool graduation 5 years earlier. And then, of course, Paul had died just a few days later. One mom turned around and asked how I was doing. I brightly assured her I was good. Her face assumed a hang-dog expression and she asked, “Really? Are you sure?” Well, I had been doing fine…But no, I really was ok. I’m not saying it was not difficult to go up on stage alone when all but a couple of other graduates had both parents, but I was more focused on David than what I was feeling. I was just so stinking proud of him and that caught my attention more than anything.