thursday morning….
it looks a bit like a war zone here in st. louis park. now that the storm has past and we’ve all had our insurance adjusters out, after all the bids and estimates, the four houses surrounding me have all started construction….today!
next door it’s a bunch of white guys who show up when they want, barely work and leave before 3, a door down a hispanic looking crew is ripping a roof off like a 10 year old boy getting a Wii on christmas morn. across the street the young college hotties have KQ cranked and were rocking out to Midnight Rider by the Allman Bros. before 8AM and now an Emo Phillips interview is blaring down my street making me jumpy. across and down two doors some old guys are pouring cement and smoking, they look like leather scarecrows, with tattoos.
i can’t tell the difference between the buzz saws and the cicadas. the garbage trucks lumber through squeaking their brakes and hissing playing their own music.
it’s warm, sunny and breezy. the buns is fresh, clean and well fed. i’m off for breakfast with the alaskan poet.
and even though i haven’t left the house yet, it’s been a great day.