Since last November, you have been working so hard. One more "cottage" (actually a 4 story code-breaking behemoth) is coming together here in Inlet Beach. This one is right on top of me . . . directly across the street. Yes, it has been noisy. Yes, it has freaked out the oldies and the felines. But no, I am not angry.
Because . . .
1. The crew is Mexican. Perhaps new citizens, perhaps not. Their presence is a concrete argument against some policies being debated now.
2. The workers are consistent and thoughtful. They arrive early at expected hours and wrap it up at dusk. During work, as vehicles and delivery trucks come and go, they protect my yard and utility nodes/whatever watchfully.
3. The human soundtrack (the lilt of Spanish conversations, the laughter) wraps around the slams and bangs of construction, making the noise . . . interesting . . . and bearable.
And this is all terrific until . . . they start BLASTING music while I am home trying to work online or just think/"be" without feeling like I have PTSD. When I asked a worker or two to tune it down - a lot - I got no response. And this made me furious. So, I had to appeal to the local neighborhood association folks to reach the builder and shut that noise down.
So. I'm a rat. Yeesh. There are limits, my building friends. Music bass beats can rev us up and I don't need that. Which leads me to my thought for the day:
How can we live with each other freely, happily, and not step on each other?
The Golden Rule. I need to consider that myself too. As Trump would say, "Big League".
XO
Joyce
