MAKE IT STOP
It started with a clunk. I opened my eyes, wondering what made that sound. Doors clunk, but it was a different kind of clunk. There's also a bell on my clunking front door, so there's usually a jingle and jangle to the clunk. The other doors in the house squeek and click, but never clunk. I couldn't place it. So I closed my eyes again.
There came another clunk. From my position, I thought it came from downstairs. And then it clunked again, but this time I thought it came from upstairs. Upstairs is nothing, it's just roof space. Downstairs though is the neighbors. They clunk alot. They usually clunk this time in the morning. So I closed my eyes again.
The next was a BOOM. Nothing normally goes BOOM. Cars go BOOM, but there's tire squeeling involved, and it's usually accompanied by bangs and clatters. Guns go BOOM, but most guns go pop pop, unless it's a shotgun or a high powered rifle. If it was a gun, it wasn't fired twice. So I closed my eyes again.
Clomps and stomps and thuds made me open my eyes again. They were in rapid succession. They were followed by scrapes and scuffles. A few more BOOMS. A large number of small objects scampered across my ceiling. There was no confusion where the sounds were coming from now. Someone was having a civil war horseshoe toss party on the roof.
They have been doing construction on the roof for the past month, while at the same time, rebuilding my balcony. I shouldn't have been surprised to see it continued today. One look outside would have shown me the beautiful crisp autumn sky--cool breezes, warm sun, and not a cloud in the sky. Who wouldn't want to do construction during a day like today?
Today is the worst day so far in the last month of decent weathered days. The only day that can compare is the day the concrete on the balcony was jackhammered away. I thought we were under attack that day. It sounded like a machine gun and whenever they broke off a large piece of concrete, they threw it into a giant metal bin. Machine guns and grenades. Just close your eyes and pretend.
They're still scuffling up there. Though there are probably only two or three men up top, they make the sounds of tens of tens of men. With my little knowledge of reroofing an entire apartment complex, I can't even begin to imagine what they're doing. It sounds like scraping, but clomping, with the twangs of shovels scattering loose debris. Bits of objects, too light to be metal, clatter across. Feet stomp, wood creaks as it's pried and stepped on, and millions of tiny men do jumping jacks and cartwheels across my ceiling.
My only hope is to smother my face in a pillow and hope my whimpering cries for this to end drown out the civil war horseshoe toss party above me.
It started with a clunk. I opened my eyes, wondering what made that sound. Doors clunk, but it was a different kind of clunk. There's also a bell on my clunking front door, so there's usually a jingle and jangle to the clunk. The other doors in the house squeek and click, but never clunk. I couldn't place it. So I closed my eyes again.
There came another clunk. From my position, I thought it came from downstairs. And then it clunked again, but this time I thought it came from upstairs. Upstairs is nothing, it's just roof space. Downstairs though is the neighbors. They clunk alot. They usually clunk this time in the morning. So I closed my eyes again.
The next was a BOOM. Nothing normally goes BOOM. Cars go BOOM, but there's tire squeeling involved, and it's usually accompanied by bangs and clatters. Guns go BOOM, but most guns go pop pop, unless it's a shotgun or a high powered rifle. If it was a gun, it wasn't fired twice. So I closed my eyes again.
Clomps and stomps and thuds made me open my eyes again. They were in rapid succession. They were followed by scrapes and scuffles. A few more BOOMS. A large number of small objects scampered across my ceiling. There was no confusion where the sounds were coming from now. Someone was having a civil war horseshoe toss party on the roof.
They have been doing construction on the roof for the past month, while at the same time, rebuilding my balcony. I shouldn't have been surprised to see it continued today. One look outside would have shown me the beautiful crisp autumn sky--cool breezes, warm sun, and not a cloud in the sky. Who wouldn't want to do construction during a day like today?
Today is the worst day so far in the last month of decent weathered days. The only day that can compare is the day the concrete on the balcony was jackhammered away. I thought we were under attack that day. It sounded like a machine gun and whenever they broke off a large piece of concrete, they threw it into a giant metal bin. Machine guns and grenades. Just close your eyes and pretend.
They're still scuffling up there. Though there are probably only two or three men up top, they make the sounds of tens of tens of men. With my little knowledge of reroofing an entire apartment complex, I can't even begin to imagine what they're doing. It sounds like scraping, but clomping, with the twangs of shovels scattering loose debris. Bits of objects, too light to be metal, clatter across. Feet stomp, wood creaks as it's pried and stepped on, and millions of tiny men do jumping jacks and cartwheels across my ceiling.
My only hope is to smother my face in a pillow and hope my whimpering cries for this to end drown out the civil war horseshoe toss party above me.
posted by Allen M @ 11/02/2005 09:54:00 AM
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