It’s raining nails! Hallelujah, let’s get inside!

The posts are starting off sparse here in the land of nickels, mostly because I haven’t been home much and don’t care to tote my laptop around via bicycle all the way to the local coffee place. No, it’s not my internet. That’s fine. They’re re-siding the apartment. It’s very loud and constructiony. My porch railings have been reduced to a naked framework of two-by-fours. The hammering is endless, which I don’t understand on days when they seem to just be doing the flashing (that’s… a thing… with walls – they’re not all just standing around in trench coats, although, that, too, would be confusing and alarming, especially if still combined with the hammering).

Hopefully, this building will be done soon. I can’t remember what quiet is like.

Oh, and stuff like this happens: I’m in here the other day and I’ve put in a maintenance order for something unrelated to the construction. I hear what sounds like a knock on the door so I open it, and there’s a guy on a ladder with one side leaning against where the door was. He’s a few rungs up. We just stare at each other in surprise and he says “uh oh”. He jumps down. I try to apologize and explain the situation from my perspective, but it becomes pretty clear he doesn’t speak English and my Spanish is extremely limited to mostly Tijuana slang, random exclamations, and standard niceties, so eventually I just closed the door and gave up. Now I’m scared of accidentally killing someone by just going about my daily business because my baseline level of obliviousness is freakishly high. The moment felt so slapstick-y, though, like Benny Hill but verging on a horror movie, which now that I’m thinking about it could potentially be amazing, just not in real life.

Wish me luck weathering the storm(proofing)!


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