And Still We Wait

   I don't think there's any such thing as new windows and doors- I think it's all a horrible joke. If it wasn't for the debris surrounding the entire building, I would think that the entire project was an altered state of some sort. And now it's raining- Fall has arrived. I've never seen an entire apartment building full of such annoyed tenants- it's as if the place has the worst PTSD on the planet. Most of us are sleep-deprived as well- the City decided to do a big road construction job on 56th- and while we're glad that potholes are being fixed, we could really do without the pneumatic jack-hammers pounding away all night. And the dump-trucks spreading gravel. And the yelling flaggers and workmen. We've got 24 hour chaos, right here in River City, whether we like it or not.

   Yep, Twilight Zone in the flesh. Particularly the mysterious Inspectors- who descended one day to take scrapings off our popcorn ceilings- and who acted all twitchy when I told them that I knew what they were testing for- should I say it- dare I say it- I bet you know what they were worried about!  But I'm not supposed to tell anyone. I can bet it wasn't anthrax they were expecting. Actually, we're hoping this means they have to move us into the mythical Apartments of Joy while they remove it all- which they should have done in the first place before any of this silliness got started. Renovating a building with tenants still in it is just plain wrong. We're still not supposed to talk to the construction crew- but it really is such a lot of fun to pop out at them from behind siding and shrubbery- they startle so well!

   I'm missing my privacy fence. Too many weirdos from 56th can now walk right up to my windows. I hate keeping the shades pulled all day, and Mr. Boo is tired of having to wriggle his 16 pound body through the blinds just to keep an eye on the squirrels. He seems relatively immune to the noise from street and building, unlike his CatMom. But he is getting very clingy when I go to leave the apartment- I guess noise with Mom is better than noise without Mom- cats can be very subtle in their psychology. Unlike the tenants. Nothing subtle about pissed-off tenants. Lot of doors slamming around here!