the bad news is that they are still doing construction on the house next door. they are working and working, even through the hail of daily profanities hurled by the new jersey guy. i share the neighborhood's disgruntlement, but instead i bore you, dear readers, with stories of the house. i haven't been threatened with battery yet, so i think i'm on track.
the fear is that once the noise dies down, we won't be able to tell what they are doing. and given their distaste for the building code, i hate to think what toxic vapor they will be releasing into the air of our fine street. it's the fume you can't smell that is the true enemy! well, we are armed. we have our 50 year old wooden windows sealed up tight and we are all running around wearing bandanas on our faces, even while doing things like making oatmeal or folding laundry. oh, if only it were that easy. anyway, we are hoping that we make it through to ring in 2006.
a number of years ago, i lived next to a home that, once abandoned, had to be visited by the health department for a number of infractions. we had only a cinderblock wall between us and the legions of rodents, roaches, dead birds and other fauna. and said legions didn't seem to notice the cinderblock wall, so we had big trouble. the day after the exterminator came out, there were dead things lying around in various states of escape. it upset me terribly. i am hoping that this won't be the picture of us--in our house, on our sill, on the walkway--when the fumes make it in through our creaky windows.
if we live to see another day, it will be a glorious one. and then another and then christmas eve, when all good contractors shall fall asleep, in their own homes, clutching a pudding.
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