Cellar update

They’re into thud-like sounds now. Some shovel scraping sounds, lots of trucks moving around…at one point I had six monster trucks on my dead end street. (I know it’s cooler to say cul-de-sac, but I like being one of the Dead End Kids as a deceased neighbor once called us.

I try to do something but the constant in and out of my front door, the sounds, smells, dust and talking voices keep me from focusing on anything.

Right now we are trying to put together a Mother’s Day picnic at a relative’s house, all done by email. We have about two dozen emails floating around to 20 people and I’m not sure we’ve gotten too far yet except husband’s making the potato salad.

If I knew where Finbar was, I’d try to crawl in next to him to get away.

Now there’s a sawing sound…something new is happening there…I hear zeezaaw zewezee thud thud bang, ting, kerplunk, thud, zeezaaw, zeezaaw, thud bang.

Almost musical at times.

I’d take pictures but I’m hiding from the men the sounds and the mess.

I’m sure I’ll write before Mother’s Day, but if I don’t, I wish all the Mothers in the world (including the fathers that act like mothers) a very happy Mother’s Day.