Yesterday morning when I left for work, our house looked just like it has for the past ten years or so. When I got home yesterday afternoon, things had changed a bit. Roughly half our old roof had been stripped off, down to the wood. An enormous (40 cubic yard) dumpster was parked in our driveway. And a large amount of building materials were piled in front of our house.
While I was away at work, our roofing contractor showed up (on the promised day, at the promised time!), the dumpster showed up (as ordered), and the demolition crew went right to work. That's very comforting for this homeowner who's just entered into another large contract (the last one didn't work out so well). This time we did everything the way you're supposed to: we verified the license of the contractor, verified his bond and insurance, checked with the BBB and every other online source we could think of, and checked his references. All good. Fingers crossed!
There's something about the human brain (well, mine, at least) that is thrown out of kilter when there's a large change to your environment. This happened to me upon seeing our house when I came home – it just looked so wrong!