Construction Criticism

I have another migraine.  The last one kicked my ass and this one promises to knock me out of the ring.  Right now it’s a dull throbbing behind my left eye, but when that eye pops out and rolls across the floor gathering an outer layer of pet hair before wedging itself under the couch, I’m going to get really irritated.  I’ve taken all manner of pharmaceuticals to no avail.  You see, they’re doing construction on the building next door.  It didn’t start until a few days ago but it feels as if it’s been going on since the first Bush administration.  The noise is constant and deafening; 7am to 6pm, six days a week. There’s drilling, welding, hammering, sawing, lots and lots of thumping, pounding and loud crashes that have me crossing my fingers that the scaffolding has fallen and OSHA will come and shut the construction down.  But no, a chorus of Ay Carumba! and Dios mio! and the pounding and drilling starts all over again.

I had planned on using this time to get some balance back in my life.  The past few years have felt like the mechanical bull at the Texas State Fair.  And I’ve been riding it like a horny cowgirl. Back before my Winter Break started, I dreamt of doing some writing, getting things organized for next semester, and figuring out my what nows (Ph.D. or no Ph.D?).  Most of all, I was going to use this time for quiet introspection and reflection.  I need to shed a lot of things and even people (but not you, Innernetz! Never you!) that have kept me running around like a one-legged soccer player.  However, with the racket next door, the only balance I can focus on is the heft and weight of my camping hatchet.  The workers poured new cement over the patio area this morning.  I believe it will hold ten to twelve bodies as long as no one comes along and tries to smooth out the lumps.

So, I’m around Innernetz.  I’m just cranky and not much fun to be with.  Oh damn!  There goes my left eye.  I’d better chase after it before Dingo Girl decides to use it as a chew toy.

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