Siding Saga – How Furniture Feels

We had new siding installed at the house a while back. The picture is from the camera before they took it down and we were looking at the front lawn – that also had crap all over it. The ladder is over the front door. This went on for days. The back door was blocked as well.

Cyndy was working at the school so she came and went. At night we could get out to volunteer at New Hope Equine Assisted Therapy Center. But during the day I was effectively trapped in the house with the dogs.

One of my uncles on my Mom’s side made, repaired, polished and refurbished furniture. All kinds of furniture. The effects of doing all that in a closed room eventually caused symptoms that led to his death.

I thought of his woodworking over the years. The smells – particularly of the wood – and the sounds. How he could use a plane and have the wood come out smooth. I always had one end come out higher than the other. When I tried to fix it, the other end came out higher. Which also applies to trimming (or mangling) bushes and trimming my moustache – I can manage that one a little easier.

Be that as it may, I have never thought about how the furniture felt. Until I was trapped inside while they removed the old siding and installed the new.

It was like being stuck inside a whack-a-mole game. It would go quiet a while, then a rapid banging on different parts of the roof, surprising me and making me jump. Over and over and over. Then they would stop for lunch for about an hour. Which would make it worse. The two dogs concurred, we were continuously on edge. We would drop our guard and start thinking about something – then bam, bam, bam! I would jump and they would bark.

It rained on Thursday so we had a day of silence, except for constant rainfall. Then on Friday they returned to make more noise, “finishing” the job. When they left, the trailer in the driveway (a makeshift dumpster on wheels) stayed behind a few days.

But it was blissfully quiet. We could go in and out of both doors and let the dogs out again.

 

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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