Eccentric Flower:199806/industrious landlords
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eighteen june ninety eight ten a m industrious landlords My landlords are an Irish couple in their seventies - charming and irascible and full of shocking reserves of energy. He has been working on a project. He is redoing the sheetrock in the stairwell, to the side of our front hall, which leads up to the second floor apartment. This has been happening for several days. They have never had much sympathy for the late sleeper. When they want to work on our yard or such, it generally commences about eight in the morning. We shrug it off - an industrious landlord is better than an apathetic one, eh? Yesterday I slept late, or attempted to. When the hammering finally overcame my inertia, around eleven, I found he was in our apartment, pounding on one side of the stairwell wall and hollering to whoever was fixing something on the far side of it. Technically he's not supposed to just let himself in like that. Then again, he probably thought that I'd left for the day and the apartment was empty. The problem is that I sleep nude! I have to cross the front hall - exposing myself to the glass-paned front door, the uncurtained front window, and the front porch - to reach the bathroom. Bathrobe et cetera were all in the bathroom. Stupid, but normally it's not much of an issue. Luckily I stopped to check first - there have been workmen on the porch for the last few days, after all. I crossed behind him while he was cursing at the wall in an impenetrable brogue, and he never noticed a thing. This morning they began pounding at eight-thirty. But it helped me get to work at a decent hour, so I can't complain too much. © columbine |
