Strange events raised me from my slumbers the past two days.
This morning, upon seeing the remains of a gutted kitchen laid out to the side of the road — smashed cupboards, splintered cabinets, etc. — for pick up by the garbage crew — said environmental technicians chose to notify my neighbor of their displeasure with several blasts of their horn.
Apparently failing to rouse him, or failing to realize he was not in — the crew returned twice more with further annunciations on their horn…
The pile still sits…twenty yards deep, six feet high, as I type…
Previously -
Another neighbor is having her backporch redone…Pressure washing and painted over…There are probably only two or three workers on the job for this one.
I mention this incident for its peculiarity.
These workers woke me with their choral attempts at “I Don’t Want to Wait” — the Dawson’s Creek theme song…
Not quite the song you would expect from home repair experts – but hey…It was much more pleasant – (perhaps more for its bizarre nature than actual skilled rendition) – than waking to the garbage crew percussion section.
Also – the Dawson’s Creek theme song may be nearer to my heart now – since a few friends and I have been role playing the gang in emails ever since the whole Cruise/Holmes saga began…The thread of the email has gone multimedia — with pictures interjected with imagined scenarios…
How they manage to free their time — I don’t know…
Oh Pacy!