The Return
Blarring loud music rang in my ears through closed windows this morning earlier then a work day should start. I glanced at the cell and it was barely 8 am. I had planned on sleeping an extra 30 min cause Easter wore me out yesterday. I threw the covers back and sleepily walked to the bedroom window and peaked out the corner of the window pulling back the curtain a tiny bit. And I came face to face with a ladder and a paint can hanging off the side of the ladder.
Oh no. I knew exactly who these materials belonged to and a frown came over my sleepy face. I definitely needed a pot of coffee to face this day. I then heard the voice. It was the return of the dancing handyman. This time he wasn't dancing on the inside he was slapping paint on the outside with boom box and all. He is a jack of all trades I suppose. I am unsure of how many he has actually mastered though from the look of the side of the building painting is not one.
So, I figured my sleep was done for the day and I desperately needed coffee. Just when I had coffee in hand I heard scrapes on the door. It sounded like a puppy scratching at the door to get inside. I looked out the living room window and sure enough it as him doing something what I have no clue. He probably had little clue himself.
I sat down in my chair and thinking about what worksheets to print out for my son today to work on. Then I heard something else.
A loud humming sound. I just shook my head sipped more coffee and prepared myself for a long morning. Which has now turned into a longer afternoon. Its all good. Sort of.
Oh no. I knew exactly who these materials belonged to and a frown came over my sleepy face. I definitely needed a pot of coffee to face this day. I then heard the voice. It was the return of the dancing handyman. This time he wasn't dancing on the inside he was slapping paint on the outside with boom box and all. He is a jack of all trades I suppose. I am unsure of how many he has actually mastered though from the look of the side of the building painting is not one.
So, I figured my sleep was done for the day and I desperately needed coffee. Just when I had coffee in hand I heard scrapes on the door. It sounded like a puppy scratching at the door to get inside. I looked out the living room window and sure enough it as him doing something what I have no clue. He probably had little clue himself.
I sat down in my chair and thinking about what worksheets to print out for my son today to work on. Then I heard something else.
A loud humming sound. I just shook my head sipped more coffee and prepared myself for a long morning. Which has now turned into a longer afternoon. Its all good. Sort of.
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