The above is a recent sample of dialogue between Bossy and her auditory cortex as she struggles to hear the sound of her own thoughts. For the last week—and a month before that—a work crew has been situated directly in front of Bossy’s house in order to replace all of the water lines on Bossy’s street, and in her neighborhood, and in the universe.
Lucky thing it’s not summer when Bossy insists on keeping the air conditioning off and her windows flung open. Oh, wait.
readers reader can imagine, Bossy has been following the street crew’s progress and offers the following summation of their imagined Work Order:
Dig up every pipe in existence and cover them with stones and then dig them up again and cover them with stones and then dig them up again
ad infinitum etc.
This begins at seven in the morning with jackhammers and continues throughout the day with backhoes and moves into the afternoon with concrete saws and shifts into early evening with bulldozers. With something that sounds like the occasional gun shot.
This leaves the street crew very little time for napping on Bossy’s front lawn.
And speaking of the street crew, they are a terrific bunch of guys who are more than a little nervous about Bossy’s very intimidating guard dog.
In exchange for all the grief the street crew must endure in the way of complaints and heat stroke, Bossy’s daughter offers them entertainment in the form of show tunes wafting from her bedroom dormer window.
If you listen carefully, you may be able to hear her belt the opening refrain from Oklahoma.
P.S. There is a new Family Tree post, which you will find in the left-hand column under that very famous Guess and Press.