March 24, 2008

White Dog slowly turned from the window and looked at me accusingly. "Now, what is that?" she asked nodding toward the semitrailer that was in the process of being parked in front of our house...next to the endlessly continuing road/water works. "Well?' she demanded as a crew spewed from the back of the trailer dragging hoses, supplies, and stuff up our driveway. She paused to let the intruders know of her presence then returned to me. "it is the exterior insulation guys to put on a new roof and spray wall insulation on the studio space," I mumbled suddenly defensive. Then the generator kicked on. "You must be insane," White Dog sniped. "As if we don't have enough construction noise and woes!"