Mono Monday : : From the Bedroom Window

I wasn't going to complain anymore, but I really lost it this morning when I opened the bedroom shades and saw the blooming echium plant coated with dust which had settled into every vein. I truly don't mind the sound of construction, the occasional beeping truck which lifts the roof timbers up to the second story or the cheerful crew and their mariachi music. The constant beeping from the other side seems to have stopped for the moment. They poured a few more truckloads of concrete into the foundations. But when a bunch of thoughtless cowboys come on a Sunday and spray our house (the only one standing on any side of the property where they are working) with a fine layer of dust it appears it was the last straw. I lost it.

We have spent the better part of the day cleaning up after yesterday's dust storm, which was aided in its dissemination into every nook and cranny of our yard and even in a thin layer in most rooms of the house aided by a fairly brisk breeze from the west. Even the car is covered with a layer of dust. It was in the garage, but the garage door was open. Now my clothing is covered with it from getting into the car. 

The spout? maw? shooter? of the chipper was pointed directly at our house and about three feet from the fence. I took the picture in extras as they were getting started but they turned the chipper in our direction after the first tree to make a second three foot high pile of wood chips and dust.

I dusted all the windows and doors, the porch handrail and the outdoor furniture. I saw Paul , a quiet unassuming man over there as I was leaving for class, drew to a halt, got out and told him the tree cutters had made a real mess. He said his wife Janet had made the arrangements with some random guy who had come by . I suggested that maybe in future it would be a good idea to check out the credentials of people who come by. I apologised for yelling at him, but forgot to ask him to put a tarp over the piles from which dust is still drifting our way.

By the time I was driving home from class, my hands were itching. Eucalyptus dust is apparently not soothing to the skin, or at least not to mine. More lotion is needed.

Thanks for putting up with a rant. Absolutely no need to comment. David is coming tomorrow to wash the solar panels and John dusted off the car, and I'm going to have a glass of wine.

I think I need a glass of wine and a good night's sleep....