Ah yes. The dawn of Day 3:
|We told the boys they were welcome to put their boombox on the Leaning Table of New London, |
but that it might be the proverbial straw.
Thanks for the table, Tommy and Dawnie. It served us well . . .
But wait! This is New England, and this is March. My friend Martha emailed me that afternoon an update from the local paper:
Ellie, foreshadowing for next blog… I thought about posting it as a comment but [excuse me for this, can’t help myself] I didn’t want to steal your thunder!
Rain and thunder arrive in area
Published 03/28/2012 12:00 AM
Updated 03/28/2012 01:18 PM
Rain and thunder have arrived in the New London area, and the National Weather Service says isolated thunderstorms and showers will continue across the region through 3 p.m.
Heavy rain and gusty winds along with occasional lightning strikes could come with this storm, the weather service said.
Thunderstorms. With occasional lightning strikes, people.
Our boys were on aluminum ladders.
I was at work absolutely writhing with worry and concern about our little friends on said aluminum ladders being smote and dead bodies littering our modest yard . . .
When I got home that afternoon I marveled at all the progress they had made . . .
And yeah, blue skies.
And then? Day 4.
And when I got home that afternoon . . .
And finally. Friday. Day 5.
I walked to work, as per, and when I got home that afternoon, just look what greeted me:
Yes! The radio still on the roof!
But they couldn't quite finish.
And Saturday? Well, the forecast was for rain and snow. Which was perfect, really. Monday: wind. Tuesday: cold. Wednesday: thunder and lightning. Why wouldn't it snow too?
So we agreed they'd finish the job on Monday -- today! -- but in the meantime, there was the issue of the cooler full of icy cold Bud and Bud Light. And Mistah and I certainly weren't going to drink that swill* ourselves.
*That morning I said to the boys as I left for work:
"I've got beer on ice for this afternoon."
"Yeah, what kind."
"Becks and Bud."
"I like Bud Light."
"Dude? I'm getting you Bud Light."
And today? Well, I'm holding the nail-gun-air-compressor and ladders hostage until they return.