It looks as though the front porch and roof construction across the street is finally nearing an end.  I’ll be so glad to have the peace and quiet back.  From the time the work began, the workers have kept a radio blasting and they start a little after seven in the morning.  The work itself isn’t quiet.  All of this takes place below my bedroom window.  I am somewhat sleep deprived and cranky these days.

     I won’t miss the sounds of hammers, saws, cement trucks, wood tossed into dumpsters, the loud radio, and the yelling.  I won’t miss the cars of the workers parked everywhere, nor will I miss the honking horns of them leaving.

     Why do people have to honk their car horns for anything other than an emergency?  For that matter, why do they blast their music so loud that it not only rattles the windows but the bass levels rattle the entire house?  Then again, I was one of those teens who didn’t blast my music to deafening levels.  Yep, I was weird.

     I’d love to see those cars that have the bass up to sonic boom levels suddenly crumble into teensy pieces of metal or fiberglass leaving the startled driver sitting on a seat in the middle of the road.  Mwahahaha!  Did I say I was a bit cranky?