Posts from — June 2008

We woke up to the sound of our patio door getting taken off. . . with crowbars and hammers. We were expecting this to happen, and even hoped it would happen today. We just didn’t know that it would happen at 7:30 a.m., without any warning. They’ve been doing a lot of work on our building for the last week or so. We’ve been waking up to lots of noise for the last few days. This morning, I tried to ignore it at first, burying my head deeper into the pillow. But then I found myself thinking thoughts like this. . . “man, that sounds really close, like, maybe right in our living room.” I walk out there, in my pajamas, and there is a gaping hole where the door used to be. We live on the second floor, and we have a balcony, and last week they took off the railing. So, there’s this big hole where the door used to be. There’s a balcony with no railing. It’s the second floor. And there are two three-year-olds just down the hall, wide awake and, thankfully, still in their beds. Nice. 

Ten years, baby. We made it. Let’s try for eleven. 

It’s almost one o’clock in the morning, and there are birds singing outside. Maybe they are trying to forget what time it is, too. I am trying to finish writing a song that I’ve been working on for a few days now. I’ve got to finish it tonight. Almost there. Just couldn’t believe that I was hearing the birds sing in the middle of the night.