PETE: I have looked at all the available clues that the roof work has commenced over my apartment, which are as follows:
1) I suddenly have four cats in my office, who are doing that cat thing where they are freaked out and want to hide underneath you…but still have disdain for you and strive to indicate that really, they just don’t have anywhere better to be right now.
2) I have a son who would really like a nap, except there’s a LOT of noise overhead which keeps him up.
3) I have a number of men on my room, going “BANG BANG BANG BANG!” (hammering) “THUD THUD THUD THUD” (walking in boots)
4) I have looked out the window and seen a large crane rising past my balcony.
And I have ascertained that, yes, they are running ahead of schedule and will be spending from now until 7:00pm tonight over my apartment, making a huge, huge amount of noise.
(Ah, a new clue; there appears to be the sounds of country music radiating down through my ceiling, which normally doesn’t happen since I’m on the top of the building. Shoot me now.)
LORI: No. I will not shoot you now.
Any chance you could take the baby to Jeremy and Amber’s to nap? I know they’re just down the hall, but would it be quieter there?
ETA: Checks timestamp of e-mail. Realizes how untimely the above question is. Sends it anyway.
PETE: Untimely..! 🙂
No, Amber’s working today, and Jeremy’s having a LAN party at work. I thought about going for a walk and trekking to the mall, or Caribou or something. It’s not too cold out and Zach can be bundled (and for once, I have the stroller actually on-hand). But when the wind comes up, as it does, ferociously, it gets pretty cold here.
The community room, which has a nice couch I could sit on and work and which is silent, is unfortunately occupied by a birthday party. So there’s nothing for it but to grit my teeth and live with it.
(The poor cats. I had the foresight to do a big Baily feeding this morning before they started, because there’s no chance I’m going to get him to sit still long enough to do another feeding until later tonight.)
Sigh. They just got back from lunch break. It was so nice and quiet. Now they’re hammering shingles, very loudly and fast. Poor Zach, who dozed off for a bit, is probably about to wake up scared. (Mostly, I don’t worry about him. But the poor cats.)
And how has YOUR morning been?
LORI: I took Zach’s nap for him. Feeling very refreshed. Had nice, but odd, dreams. At least they weren’t prophetic. Just dreams. And now I’m sitting in front of the computer cold.
PETE: I find that the best solution to that is to 1) sit in my office, which takes about five minutes in the morning to warm up and, blessedly, never ever gets too hot, just stays ‘cozy’ 2) have a really good cup of tea.
Both of which I plan to do for you, as a trade for you handling Zach’s nap for him. I’m sure he’s grateful, he had an otherwise full schedule of 1) really enjoying the roof repair 2) creating Haughty Literary Opinions in his diaper.
(He really likes the roof repair and the big blowing tarps over the building and the shingles that go flying in heaps off the building. I put him in his high chair and parked him in front of the window, and he spent happy time watching it.)
(Jesus…they just dropped what sounded like a two hundred pound man on the roof very hard, right above me. The whole room shook.)
LORI: It was probably the new shingles. I forget how much one bundle weighs and they carry multiple bundles up the ladder. I’m glad Zach is enjoying the roof repair. That’s much better than the alternative.
PETE: It is the shingles, yes. I’ve been watching them thud the heavy loads down all week. But when it’s overhead, it sounds very much like a two hundred pound man being body-slammed. Which I hope they aren’t doing up there. (Turns out, I have a Chuck Norris fight scene over my head and never knew it…)
LORI: You should go outside and make notes.
PETE: I’d have to go at least twenty feet away from the building, with the amount of shit they’re throwing off my roof. You should see the amount of debris which, despite their best efforts, has landed on my balcony. The nails alone…!
KRISTINE: Just hope that 200lb man doesn’t suddenly find the ONE spot on the roof that has dry rot !
The guys doing my neighbor’s house landed a ton of crap in my yard. And it was that annoying composite shingle stuff.
Good on the roof, but really annoying in bits in your gardens!
CHUCK NORRIS: That’s what I call hammered!
MAN: You’ll be sorry!
CHUCK NORRIS: I am angry, as expressed in this moment by my “acting!”
MAN: Why I outta!
KRISTINE: Last summer the house beside mine got a new roof – and I spent an enjoyable afternoon sipping tea and watching handsome young men lacking shirts who flirted with me and tried to sell me a new roof.
I would have been really upset if they were above me making all that noise! I hate that, because my brain has to picture what they’re doing, so that when I hear a loud noise and can’t figure out what it might have been, I go crazy trying to.
PETE: lol. That’s because you’re neurotic. None of these men are especially attractive, at least by my way of judging (which is a bit flawed). They are very loud. I know what they’re doing because they’ve been doing it all week mostly in front of my windows and I’ve been watching. I’m just surprised how violently loud it can be.
Zach has zero interest in me. He’s found a good position in his crib where he can watch, and so he’s lying there motionless, watching the activity on the part of the roof next to me where they’re also working.
I really hope they’re making good progress and will go away soon.
While they made enough noise that you would have to shout to be heard over it, I went through the house and dug out all four cats and carried them to the far end and put them in the clothes closet, which is dark and has corners to hide in and clothes that muffle the sound somewhat. And then I shut the door most of the way. They’ve all stayed there, except for Baily, who would rather be underneath a big pile of blankets on my bed.
I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea. The last time I carried one of the cats through the house under circumstances that scared them, Runt freaked out and bolted and all ten of his back claws dug into and ripped across my right palm, leaving me with very deep cuts and quite a lot of blood all over the place.
I was very aware, this time, that I haven’t trimmed anyone’s claws in awhile.
Fortunately, nobody panicked (well, they did, they were terrified) and jumped away, and so my hands remain unbloodied. Which is fine by me.
KRISTINE: I hate that – cats never seem to know the right place to run to hide, so you have to move them there and take your life into your own hands! Rumor is one of those who would sit at the window and insist on watching everything they did, while Secret would head straight under my sister’s bed and stay there until two hours after they finished.
Rumor even runs to the window to watch fireworks. He’s nuts.
I realized last night that what really bugs me about not being able to get online at home is not the fact that I can’t get online, but the fact that it’s out of my control. I can go days without going online if it’s my choice, but when that choice is taken out of my hands I get nuts.
And I keep having an interesting recurring vision that may or may not ever turn into a novel – but it might involve using time manipulation. I both love and hate this point between ending one novel and starting the other, because there are all these ideas to pick from, but trying to weed out the best one that needs to be written NOW can be daunting at times.
LORI: Pete’s such a good dad, to all of his kids, human and non-human.
KRISTINE: He is, isn’t he 🙂
PETE: I could see you writing something involving time manipulation, considering how many words we’ve already expended discussing the science and geekery of it… I’d be interested to see how you handled it, because you’ve got a good grasp on what you can and cannot do with it.
(I can also see you getting 20k into the novel and, because of the science, getting stuck in a horrible loop in your own head and the novel dies. Or, er, maybe that’s MY head.)
I know — and hate myself for it occasionally — that I’m compulsive about the internet. Not much of it, but there are things I check compulsively. I think that’s why I relax when the internet breaks and there’s nothing I can do about it. Or I’m somewhere where there is no internet. It’s out of my hands and I can go “That’s all right then” and get on with writing, or something. But I do see why it freaks you out.
Logan was sitting at my feet in my office, fairly calm and cool. Definitely aware of all the noise. Then the worst of the banging started. She remained cool and aloof for ten minutes of it. Then she got up, threw up three times on my carpet, and then made a bee-line to hide in the bathroom, behind the toilet (like that would do any good; that’s when I moved her to the clothes’ closet…). Sigh. Twitcats.
KRISTINE: Awww, poor kitty! Legend used to get angry with me and vomit into my shoes.
LORI: ROFL. She paused long enough to throw up multiple times, just so you would know how stressed she really was?
PETE: I think she was really trying to stick it out in the office with me. It’s what she does. I think it just got too much. So she bolted, it got to her tummy (because during the pause in construction, they all went and ate and drank and stretched out and purred a lot. Probably a bad idea). Poor kitty.
Or it was a “take this, you bastard” throw up…. 🙂