It’s 101 degrees, and there are two big holes in the front of my house. I mean BIG holes, as in each hole being the size of two windows. The windows, which are going to have to have new glass put in them once they’re installed, as this current glass is tinted and Will Not Do (if I don’t have Maximum Light in here, I will go berserk and run amok with my gun), are, apparently, not the right size. I’m not sure that’s the problem, as the only part I understood was, “I’m going to have to take this wood out” and “Let’s move the window out of the way.” Because all the rest of it was in German. Whenever things go wrong, they talk to each other in German. I have a Mental Block about German, since it was the only F I ever received, back in college, when I took it pass fail and then never went to class.
[Yes, I was an idiot. I didn’t think they’d fail me. I learned the hard way and then switched to Spanish and made A’s. If they were talking to each other in Spanish, I’d have a clue. At least a tiny bit of one. Maybe. As it is, the only thing I recognize is the numbers (they said something about 5, or maybe 54. 55? 45? I’m not sure. Some wayward measurement of windows. If they said, “You shithead, take your shoes off my bed!” I’d understand that. And that’s about the extent of it.]
Three other guys came out this morning, and they were all speaking Germanish, which is like Spanglish in its mixedness but with German and English instead of Spanish and English and so is totally confusing. Even when these guys speak English, they sound funny to me. At first I thought they were from the northeast, when I first met John, the other owner, but no: born in West Texas, within 100 miles of here. But a long, long way away, apparently.
As it is, I have no idea what’s going on. They’re sawing away at the front of my house and could be plotting to just keep on sawing until there’s nothing left but a pile of sticks and sawdust.
They’re so young. It’s so hot. What if they make a mistake and saw away too much? And then have to stuff the remaining gap around the windows with old rags and newspapers?
Aieeeeeee! I should have arranged to have this done while I was Elsewhere.









3 comments:
Breathe in... breathe out... All will be good in the end.
it's gotten worse: one window is in, with big gaps all around. one guy has left to get wood. i need a long nap.
Just don't stick around if you ever live in a raised house that has to be jacked up and leveled. The creaking and groaning and popping and snapping will give you a heart condition.
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