Jack Hammer

The temperature outside of my house right now is a balmy 18 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s 14 degrees below freezing for our non-US, non-English temperature unit using readers. It’s really cold. The ground is completely frozen. It’s January 7th. It’s as Winter as you can get.

At this very moment there is a work crew jack hammering the street in front of our house. They are jack hammering all over the street. I think it’s something to do with upgrading the gas lines or something like that. The city sent us a notice about it months ago and at the time we thought, why the hell are they going to start a project like that in January? What the hell are they thinking? Have they never been in Massachusetts in January before? Everything will be frozen.

So yeah, we’ve got that jack hammering thing going for us as we start our work day today. Oh yeah, we also have a furniture delivery truck scheduled to show up within the next three hours or so… and the road is being dug up…

Nice. Ugh.

Yet Another Question About Risks

Daily writing prompt

When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

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Okay folks… let’s change the subject. I’m tired of sharing stories about past risks. Enough.

You take a chance getting up in the morning, crossing the street, or sticking your face in a fan.

Frank Drebin: The Naked Gun

Last night I took a risk. I was in Foxborough and I needed to drive home to Methuen. It was 9:00pm. There should not have been any traffic. I had three choices for the drive home. 95 South to 495 North to 93 North, 95 North to 128 North to 93 North, or 95 North to 93 North. The last option includes driving through Boston. At normal times of day that would be the last option I would ever take. Boston is a traffic nightmare. At rush hour I would take the route 495 option. It’s by far the longest, but by far the less likely to have an ugly traffic jam so the time on the road isn’t so bad. More often than not I would take the route 128 option. It can have some nasty traffic in places but it’s way better than going through the city.

Last night it was hours after rush hour. It was pretty late at night. Boston should not have been a problem. Even though I almost never choose to go through Boston, that was the option I picked…

and I got stuck in construction traffic that added half an hour onto my drive. Instead of getting home at 10:00pm, I got home at 10:30.

MuthaPussBucket!

It was a risk… and it bit me on the ass. Stupid risk.

Now, can we stop having daily writing prompts asking about taking risks for a while? It’s repetitive and it’s getting BORING.

Thank you, good night.

Home Improvement Blues

I just walked into the bathroom to go to the bathroom, forgetting there is currently no bathroom in the bathroom.

Boo

It sounds like our heroic contractor guy is going to get held up at his other job again today. Something about a roof or something. First he sent Jen a text saying he’d be there around 4:00pm. Then he sent another saying he’d let her know when he figured it out, or something. I got that second hand. I could be telephone gaming the hell out of this. Jen might have said something completely different and my tiny brain just misread it all. Who knows.

He told us he needs a few hours to finish the floor, and then a few more to finish the baseboard trim and all the little fiddley bits. As of Monday we were thinking he might be finished with everything by Thursday. On Tuesday he was only over the house for an hour. Wednesday he was at the other job until super late (again, roof?). There was still a shot that he’d finish it all by Friday. Now, maybe not.

But we’re so close! We are Sooooo Close!