The house is under attack from within. There’s a man in the basement. His name is Joel. He is hacking at pipes with a saw and the noise is … impressive. There’s a man upstairs. He is attacking the ceiling with a saw and the noise is ALSO impressive. Almost in key but not quite. The disharmony is then joined by the woman in the attic. With a saw. Three part aural disunity. Electric cacophony and metal on metal rage.
It’s for a good cause.
Someday there will be cool air and hot air and maybe even a little joy piped through this house. Today is not that day. Today it is simply noise. Enter the percussive clanging.
Yeah – it was wise for Prince to go visit Juno. They’re not getting along and are keeping themselves to themselves, but Juno’s MUCH better company than the Joels and their third, all clanging, wanging, shrieking and thumping.
Most of my friends have got a lot chaos in their Lives right now – and I’m very, very grateful that mine is actually CONSTRUCTIVE destruction. There’s very little cursing, and I’m taking that as a good sign. And that fourth note… I think that’s a vacuum cleaner.
I sort of wish I’d gone to see Ministry when they were in town again last week. The echoes from their amplifiers would’ve rung quite pleasantly with this industrial assault.
I AM trying to just relax into all of this. I probably should just go join Kristen and Prince and Juno, but every once in a while something is a little different than I’d imagined and *I* want to be the one to move the Predator action figures and / or the wedding party and / or the Bantha-riding Xenomorph (the latter cause he’s carefully balanced, the former because his hair will collect drywall dust like nobody’s business).
Basically, I’m cut off from most of my usual tasks. I certainly can’t record. And because my “big” computer’s all broken down and stored away from particulates, I can’t do any video editing or access the lion’s share of my files.
I’m sorry Dave. I can’t do that.
Yeah, no pod bay doors, no posters, no video editing. None of the above. No video games, no audio editing. Just sunshine, open windows, and dust.
And eventually, hot and cold running air?
I’m picking up terrible habits from the cat. I mean, I could just sleep the day away. I don’t. But I could. There are more naps in my Life than there once were. And the pleasure of spending most of today typing, then reading, then typing, then reading. I spent the morning playing guitar, but after that it was typing and reading.
There are worse things.
It’s been a beautiful day, but there’s quite a week looming in front of us. I think we’ll find out more about the mortgage, more about our Impending Experiments in HVAC. I have a LOT of time scheduled at the Sandy Spring Museum and some of that will involve breakdancing classes on carpet, so I really, really don’t know how THAT will pan out.
