Pink Trash Travels


All I Hear is Clang! Bang!

Of course, workers couldn't wait until after we move in December to begin construction on the large multi-unit building just a 1/2 block down from our flat. So now, at 7:00 a.m., I'm treated to the soothing sounds of a jackhammer. Later, if I'm lucky, hammers chime in to complete the symphony. To which I find all of this irritatingly funny as they don't like loud music or noises on Sunday, yet they're perfectly fine with CLANGS! and BANGS! from the crack of dawn until the sun sets at night.