First of all, let me make it perfectly clear that I'm glad the house's new owner/manager/whatever is getting some repairs done. I hope that they get around to doing our little bit of roof some time before the spring.
That said, I wish it didn't sound like there were about 8 rhinoceri (rhinocerusses?) having an orgy on the roof. You'd think that two storeys of house would dull the sound a bit. No such luck. Maybe it's because the house is empty. In any case, the past week (except for storm day) it's been the same thing all day- BANG! BANG! RUMMMMMMBLE.... (rolling noises)... SCRAPE... BANG! BANG! BANG! thud.
I'm trying to be patient. After all, they're just doing their jobs, disruptive as they might be. I almost reached the end of my patience yesterday, though. Admittedly, the situation was made worse by the fact that I was exhausted after several nights of being kicked by what I now suspect is an octopus in my belly...
Simon and I dropped AJ off at work yesterday morning. Simon didn't want to come home right away (gee, why?), so we went and strolled around the mall- in spite of the fact that I had my greasy hair up in a ponytail and was still wearing my pajama t-shirt under my sweater. Really, who am I trying to impress? Simon was a very good boy at the mall; we had a little lunch there and came home in time for naps. And there was a truck in our driveway. With all the snow (ice, really) piled on the street, I couldn't exactly pull over to ask them to move it, so Simon and I parked across the street and made our way through an icy parking lot, across the street and back to the house along the street (there being no sidewalk right now)- I had to carry him for that last part. Poor muffin was crying from the wind. Then down the slippery steps (how is it possible that everyone is sold out of salt?) to the door- we were almost there when I slipped. I didn't fall down, but I did something to my back when I caught myself, and it HURT. Thank goodness Jenny agreed to pick AJ up fromwork for us so I didn't have to haul Simon back across the street to get the car- not that I could've carried him at that point.
It's a 2-car driveway. AJ has been doing a really amazing job of keeping our side clear of snow; a few nights ago, after the snow and freezing rain, he spent 40 minutes hacking his way through the wall of ice the plow had left- and this at 2 in the morning. He's kept on top of things so it hasn't become a big job. So am I crazy for being a bit angry that these guys, who are supposed to be looking after the property, haven't bothered to clear the other side of the driveway- the spot belonging to the part of the house they're working on? WE DIDN'T CLEAR THAT NICE PARKING SPACE FOR YOU, GUYS.
AJ's got the car today, anyway, so it doesn't matter at this point. I guess I'm just tired and cranky, and a little put out by the fact that no one seems to realize that there are, in fact, people living here. And we still don't have the name of the management company... or contact information. I'm willing to bet we'll get all kinds of information when January 1st rolls around, though.
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