Time to Wake Up

I was rudely awakened 10 minutes ago by loud pounding. Since it woke me out of a dead sleep, I took a few seconds to orient myself and identify the source. This was also enough to wake me up cursing.

Oh yes! My dear landlord is next door (I live in a duplex) ripping walls apart again. I haven't seen them for months and the one day that I know that I can rest and relax ... they're back.

I don't know what the obsession is with the kitchen walls. They ripped those apart a year and a half ago. Why do I know they were ripping the walls apart? Because the stuff on my walls was leaping around and jumping off into the kitchen sink. The walls were jumping again today.

This is complete insanity, but since I don't know that whole story, I shouldn't judge. Right? That side of the duplex has been vacant since August 2005. They have been working on it ... albeit quite slowly ... since then. Every once in awhile, the landlord, her sister and brother-in-law and random workers will show up on a Saturday and maybe a Sunday to do some work. There have been several times when they hire teams of workers to come in - like last summer in the middle of one of the hottest weeks, when they laid concrete and pulled the air conditioning out for 3 days. Or the time another team fixed the roof last fall and HAD to use my electricity and continually popped fuses. I finally got annoyed and refused to give them access.

Oh! and the time that 7 vehicles filled up our driveway until late at night for a week, so Max parked at the dentist's office and the car was towed away because he didn't have to go to work until 10:00 the next morning and they got angry.

Then there was the night that I came home late from something at church and cars filled the driveway again. I parked the car and as I tried to go to sleep at midnight, pounding and sawing was occurring. This specific team of people had no compunctions about working late into the night ... until I called the landlord and said "stop!"

Today, they are back. 20 minutes later, the incredible pounding has stopped, but there is plenty of movement and activity. More than anything, I wish they would just rent the place so that someone could come in and establish a pattern that I can fall into again. Enough of this random crap!

I'm whining again . Just a little annoyed with the entire process. I plan on 11 more minutes of annoyance and then I must get past it so that I can enjoy my day.

Oh ... the pounding has moved to the living room now.