The Beat Goes On
May 31st, 2012Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain…la di da de di….la di da de da
And the beat goes on…
And on and on and on and on….
Why are Sonny and Cher singing in my bedroom?
Honestly, that was my first thought this morning when I was awoken yet again by the staccato beat of sledgehammers. I knew the sound was coming from workers digging up the nearby sidewalk, but it nonetheless caught me by surprise. There’s a problem with the water lines hidden beneath the heavy stones and there’s no other way to fix it, or so I’ve been told.
When the noise begins to blend into the background of every day life, an older man in dusty overalls comes and sits by our massive front door and slowly whittles away at the wood. The abundant spring rains have swelled the door almost shut, making it difficult to use. Eventually he’ll work long and hard enough for us to come and go with ease.
In a world of water, humidity, and five hundred year old homes, maintenance is obviously a big issue.
greengrocer goes home
