The doorbell rang this morning, and it wasn't a package delivery, which is what usually generates a doorbell ring here. It was a guy from the utility company, wanting to look at our gas meter.
This was slightly odd, as the same thing had happened the previous day.
The guy said the previous guy hadn't been able to get access to the meter.
Uh-oh, had we blocked it off or something? No, he just meant that the previous guy hadn't had the right tool with him.
It turned out, the new guy explained, that the valve on the pipe attached to the meter was partly underneath the concrete in the patio, and they had to get it free. (It's been this way for the 18 years we've lived here.) So the right tool turned out to be ... a jackhammer.
Not too large a dent in the concrete, and everything was swept up afterwards, and the cats were not as bothered by the loud noise as I'd thought. B. had on her noise-canceling headphones, and I just went upstairs.
If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning
ReplyDeleteI'd hammer in the evening all over this land
I'd hammer out danger, I'd hammer out a warning
I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land, ooh
There's always someone who has to tell me that they caught the reference. You win a little plastic sticker.
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