The
Finnegan Papers
Friday, Dec. 07, 2001
- 8:26 p.m.
sledgehammers are multifunctional tools
I woke up this morning to the sounds of hammering. In a half-stumble movement, I groggily fell out of bed while cradling my head. I could feel the bits and pieces of my very strange dream beginning to fade. The moment I stepped out of my room, I saw a fellow in goggles and construction gloves, shifting a piece of our bathroom away.
Yes, more renovation fun. My parents have decided to redo the entire bathroom, and now we're subjected to more in-house closures, with me twisting and turning, dodging pieces of debris and piles of rubble, just to get out of my front door. I kind of like it actually. It shakes things up. Your house suddenly doesn't feel like your house for a week or two, and that's not always a bad thing. It almost feels like traveling.
When I did get outdoors, my day wouldn't stop. I found myself in school libraries, leading up more group projects -- this time, an intervention proposal (much fun for the Finn who does not believe in prevention science) -- setting up press kits at work, dozens of them, running outdoors in the thick of the night, trying to catch a UPS truck ... well, once the fun starts, it never ends.
I'm suddenly remembering something. A few years ago, we got up in the morning to find a torrent of bricks in our driveway. Apparently, our next door neighbor, a young woman reputed to be very lovely, had stuck her head inside an active oven, turning on a switch to trigger an explosion in the gas-rich air. She lived, but some of the walls fell. And no one heard a thing. Odd. ~Finn
