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Window Workers--Help!

We're having the windows on our house replaced. This involves an entire crew of large, friendly men who park a large truck and four cars in our driveway and take over the entire house for the day.

I'm finding myself at a loss.

There's much banging and crunching and whirring of power tools.  The windows and patio doors are literally ripped out of the walls, and new ones are lifted in.  Insulation is blown into the space between the casing and the wall, new sills and pieces of siding installed, and so forth.  It's making a grand mess, and I'm finding it more and more upsetting as the day goes on.

Part of it is that I have nowhere to go.  My office window is being replaced, so the workers are in and out of the area, both inside and outside.  (As I write this, a bearded gentleman is doing something arcane with what looks like a carpet knife to the exterior of the window and placing various electronic instruments against the glass.)  It's difficult to concentrate.

Another part of of it is that I'm half waiting for one of the workers to say, "Hey, come look at this.  See this nasty, rotted stuff inside the wall? That's what you call Mega-Death.  It's caused by Mega-Death worms eating at your foundation.  If you don't get that taken care of within a week or two, the entire house will tip over.  Cost you probably $13,000 to fix it.  And I'm afraid we can't finish the windows until you get that done because the windows won't fit right.  Yep--Mega-Death worms are bad news."

Yet another part is that I'm expecting to hear CRASH! SMASH!  "Oops.  Sorry!  We can fix that, but it'll be a couple days."

I can't really =do= anything.  I can't take a nap.  I can't cook.  I can't work on that novel.  So I'm reduced to pacing about the house and trying to stay out of the way.

Darwin, on the other hand, is enjoying himself hugely.  He's admiring the windows at every stage and asking questions of the workers and glad-handing the entire crew, cracking jokes and learning everyone's names.

I want to be like the cats, running down into the basement to hide under the pool table until it's all over and I come upstairs to a magically-transformed house.

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suricattus
Jul. 17th, 2016 02:32 am (UTC)
Speaking as someone who has undergone 4 different renovations in 2 different houses, this is what your local library/coffee shop is for. Leave when the workpeople arrive and come back just before they leave. Everyone will be happier and healthier for it.
desperance
Jul. 17th, 2016 05:52 am (UTC)
This is the point where I run away to the coffee shop/library/wine bar (depending on time of day) and leave the bewildering gladhander to deal with the alien invasion. You have a husband, I have a wife. We can both play like cats.
spiziks
Jul. 17th, 2016 02:38 pm (UTC)
I did consider leaving--the library is just down the road--but a couple of times Darwin and I had to make on-the-spot decisions about this or that, and I needed to be on hand for them. At least it's all over now!
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