After a six-month hiatus, work has finally resumed on the house across the street. We were beginning to wonder if this would ever happen. Never fear, a truck showed up on Monday to deliver all of the roof supports. And that sound you hear? Why, that is the men on the roof. They are trimming the beams with a.... CHAINSAW. Precision cutting? Oh, you bet. Brandon suggested I walk over with his mitre saw for them to borrow. He's sure they'll understand.
Apparently Lydia is growing accustomed to living in a construction zone. My little girl, who used to awaken from her nap at the sound of the floor creaking, has now slept through 2 hours of pleasant chainsaw lullabies. And to think I'm afraid to start the washing machine for fear of making too much noise!
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