The fellows from Performance Integration Something or Other have been here for over a week. They don't entirely hate us. Just mostly.
We've been very nice to them, but the house has been extra naughty. When the sub-contractor came to blow in high density insulation, he huffed and he puffed and blew two holes in the walls. The regular contractor fixed them.
So after two wall perforations, the sub-contractor decided to call it a day. That's what the guys today, the contractors, were here doing: they were blowing in the insulation with a machine that did not make holes in the wall. They filled in the places which were missed by the pokey-jabby machine big bad wolf.
To find the place where the last guys left off has been a royal pain. Yesterday, from 10:30 to 3:30 there were pounding hammers, drills, wrenching, wood-breaking sounds. At 2:30 I was close to freaking out. Whoa. It was too much noise.
Today was much quieter. The sound was more like a big vacuum that is far away.
These poor darlings. They started working in August when it was hot as hell--working exclusively inside. In the attic. Now that it's the end of September, it's getting chilly. Why, the frost is nigh on the pumpkin! And they're working exclusively outside!
These poor darlings.
But truly, and sadly, I grow weary of cellulose on my nasturtiums. These are very sweet people. So sweet that the dogs really like them. Both dogs really like them. They're cool, their job is ecologically sound, and they work really hard. But can't they go away? Or work when I'm not here? Or provide some kind of earmuffs and tranquilizer gift pack?
No. I suppose not.
Posted by dotty at September 30, 2003 10:58 PM