Remember the old Sonny and Cher hit? Oh sure you do: “And the beat goes on, the beat goes on. Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.” Okay, maybe not. How about Cole Porter: “Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom-tom as the jungle shadows fall.” Hmmmmmm. How about the Anvil Chorus?
Well, whatever background accompaniment you care to conjure up, we have been listening to contractors and plumbers all week as they rip and tear and saw and hammer to get down to the studs of a bathroom with leakage problems. Unfortunately, the bathroom in question is on the other side of the wall from my office, which seems to magnify the noise like an echo chamber. I have taken to ingesting pre-emptive aspirins for the headache I know will materialize. At last the tearing out is complete, and they have started to put things back together. I have no idea how much longer this will last, but the noise level should be down a few decibels next week.
One good thing about the destruction of the bathroom: the noise has driven me out of my office and down to my studio for some fabric fussing and fusing, and I have finished several new pieces to take to Raven Rocks. I also have a few small pieces that I will be offering here in the not too distant future, so stay tuned.
That’s all for now, my little chickadees! Larkin