No, not the band or even the music site, you city slickers, but the implement with which the roofers are chucking mossy shingles onto the unsuspecting heads of sidewalkers below. Seriously, I just saw one worker pry shingles off and huck it backwards over his head. It was kind of glorious.
WHOA. LOUD NOISES AND RUNNING.
Some of the running was me: I just made a mad dash into the kitchen to take the mugs down from the mug hooks and earthquake proof the cupboard with the wine glasses...all whilst calling Yellow Dog to say "LISTEN TO THIS!!!!"
It's either actual roofwork or there's caber toss practice going on up there. Say, maybe with kilts! Maybe I'd better go up to the deck and check it out. Stay tuned!
Okay. The angle was entirely wrong from the deck and all I could see were the two other houses that are also experiencing roof work. And now I think I've used up all of my enthusiasm for this project and am going to address thank you card envelopes.
Quietly.
(Incidentally, Yellow Dog has warned me not to run off with any of the attractive Latino workers. He told me to tell them I was already pregnant. Except, that's just what I heard. I don't remember what he actually said, but my version will possibly work better. I am a sucker for machismo. It's making me blush right now.)
Posted by Ida at December 11, 2007 10:21 AMCaber-tossing Latino roofers.
Yep, can't get much more "macho" than that.
Posted by: COMTE at December 11, 2007 11:32 AMExcept that it's only the Latino version that gets me.
I'm only suckered in when it's sincere and non-preying. Anything else I will punch in the throat.
Posted by: ida at December 11, 2007 01:14 PM