Thought I would spend today catching up on pleasure reading, because it is, after all, Memorial Day, a national holiday. The moment I remembered my place in the current book, the noxious saw began grinding up metal.
Last construction post with photos indicated that I had left off May 3, 2012 with the workers burying half my herb garden. Since then, it’s been scaffolds, windows, insulation and roofing. Did I mention that they had to dig up a trench again, fill it again, and pack it with the pounder again?
This is the window I used to love sitting by. I liked to watch the sun rise. I liked to read my morning paper with a cup of hot coffee. And, by golly, it was my favorite place to write because I have a big table there and can spread out the pages. All that was true for thirty-three years.
Of course, with that to look at, I’ll have to make some changes if I want to stay here. I’ve already begun.
Isn’t this better than the previous one? It’s a privacy window film called Bamboo. (The handyman who installed it thought it was “bones.”) Well, that could be true, too. Sadly, one can’t match the pattern no matter how much one buys, so the rest of this center pane as well as the slider windows on either side will be . . . plain.
It’s 6 pm on Memorial Day and, bless their hearts, they’re still working. I’m surprised they don’t have headaches. I know I do. Sounds like two giant whales mating, two super ships colliding in the stormy night, two metallic gods battling to the death. What on earth are they doing? I went over to check, but you know contractors–nobody’s home.
Yeah, the noise, the inconvenience, and the trash are getting to me. But there’s nothing I can do about it except leave–just as I have done every day since the end of December when it began.
Seriously, you can’t still be thinking about staying around while construction happens next door. Remember this is my 23rd week. It’s over five months and it’s still hell. This is my second tour of duty with construction noise. In 2003 seventy-one condos were built in an L-shape on my left side and behind me–on the same dirt where twenty trailers had been for years.
I’ve been thinking about the time when everything will be finished. When the owner will have moved his precious family into the back house where they’ll sit up high on their little deck which overlooks my once-private back yard, and eager realtors will be coming to show the front house to the herds of young families seeking their first home. My inner bad girl is thinking either daily garage sales or renting to freshmen college students.
Till next time, I’ll be Skating Thru whatever they throw at me and hopefully doing a better job of taking care of myself than I did today. The decision to stay home on Memorial Day for a relaxing read was obviously a poor choice.
How about you? Getting re-routed on your life plan while someone else pursues theirs? How’s that working for you?