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oh, goodness.

It's been much too long, hasn't it?

Would you like to hear my excuses?


No, I see that face you're making. Stop it.

I have excuses, good ones. At least give me a chance before choosing not to believe me.

1. The biggest one, and perhaps I've mentioned this before, is the fact that I am one month away from having a new baby. This is exciting, terrifying, and also relatively painful. Having a job that is lovely and wonderful but also physical in nature kicks the "discomfort," and by "discomfort," I mean "bad discomfort of the pain variety" up a couple of notches.

All that to say, I go home at the end of the day and fall asleep at 7:00 pm.  Which cuts way down on my blogging time. If it makes you feel any better, I do often lie awake from 2:00 am to 3:47 am contemplating why I haven't gotten my act together enough to finish a post or a knitting project in a long time. During this contemplation period, I slowly chew 12 Tums to prevent my chest from spontaneously combusting from the flames of heartburn.

I didn't say this was going to humorous, did I? Because it's not funny.

Don't make the face.

Stop laughing.

2. My second excuse is that there are exactly zero, and I know it's zero because I have a stopwatch function on my iPhone that I have calibrated to Greenwich Mean Time via the Atomic Clock, zero seconds in the day, in which there is any quiet.

I need quiet to write something other than what I hear people around me saying. I am an auditory learner. If I try and write something, like a card, a blog post, a check, and there is someone standing near me talking, I will automatically start writing what they're saying.

I have actually -- no lie -- written out a check to "I have a quick question for you" when someone came up to ask me a question at the exact moment I was filling out the "To" line.

The lack of quiet stems from the very nature of the studio -- one in which we listen to robot laser battles on Pandora cleverly disguised under the word Dubstep.

For the uninitiated, here you go. 

The robot laser battle non-music finally got to be too much. I put a note on the computer that says, "Turn on robot music and watch me throw a [Dairy Queen] Blizzard at your face." That's just how we roll here in Northern Minnesota. We threaten each other with delicious ice cream.

And before I start getting hate mail about my maligning the artistic brilliance and prodigious talent of Skrillex and the London nightclub Dubstep movement, let me just remind you: Yarnista is old, she's a foot taller than you, she outweighs you by about 100 lbs, it's 7,000 degrees in her workplace, she gets no peace and quiet, and she's eight months pregnant. This is not a fight you can win.

Go ahead with your ironic hipster self and listen to Skrillex until your sideburns really fill in nicely. I'll just be the cranky lady over here with my feet stuck in Lake Superior.

Oh, and also? I have three children and two giant horsedogs already, and a doorbell that rings nonstep with neighborhood children wondering if there's anyone here who would like to play dodgeball. Lest you think my home is a haven of quietude.

Which I'm sure you did, until I just let you in on the secret, right?

3. This is related to my second excuse. But it's different because it is far, far more infuriating.

The kettlebell people are still at it. No change.

But now, in addition, we have construction.

This is more of a mental picture than an actual picture. This is what I feel like my studio looks like. Actually, I'm sure it's considerably better, but this is the level of noise and hassle we hear on a daily basis.

The new(ish) owner of my building has decided to build a nightclub in the space immediately above me. I'm sure --cough-- that the nightclub --cough-- will be a huge --cough-- success.

And stuff.

I mean, what could possibly go wrong with a second floor location on an avenue without much foot traffic and absolutely no parking? Nothing, nothing at all.

All this construction means an endless intrusion into not only my auditory space, but my physical space. Here are just a few lovely items I've heard from construction workers recently.

Them: We will be moving all of your sinks and washing machines so we can rip out the basement stairs, move them back four feet, put in an elevator, and install a new fire door at the top of the new basement stairs.

Me: No you won't.

Them: That's what the building owner told us to do.

Me. That's nice. I have a lease, which give me the legal right to this space. I also own those sinks, and those washing machines, and personally paid for the plumbing that they run off of.

Them: Sharon, you look really chipper today. Is that a new dress? I like the color blue on you. Let's see what we can work out, shall we?

And then, over the weekend, they were granted access to the space to complete the work without my permission.

Them: We need you to move this whole photography studio you have set up here. The lights, the backdrops, the carefully placed and metered and calibrated and weighted and balanced expensive thing, so we can get a ladder in here and check out that junction box on the ceiling, And then we will do some drilling and attach some pipes to your ceiling so you have dust everywhere and can't even use your own telephone because of the deafening sound. When we're finished, we'll be sure to break some of your equipment, leave a bunch of wires hanging from the ceiling, and then run up and down the stairs immediately behind your desk 900 times.

Me: No. No you will not. Touch anything and watch Dubstep music shoot out of my eyes.

Guess how this story ends. Over the weekend, they were granted access to the space to complete the work without my permission. And then they left the front door unlocked.

This story just keeps getting better, doesn't it?

I could go on here for another 63 blog posts. But suffice it to say that I now get to spend a nice chunk of my blogging time putting out construction fires and listening to drilling, sawing, stair running, smelling cigarette smoke outside my door, watching able-bodied construction workers take over my parking lot and block off every street parking space with their obviously unneeded handicapped parking placards while the pregnant girl walks from far away. And doesn't get to blog.

Excuses: yeah, I got 'em.

But I'm not bitter.  Despite my frustration, this is all temporary.  Shamrock will be born, and I will put one foot in front of the other while trying to figure out how to take care of four children. I will eventually suffer sufficient hearing loss that Dubstep will sound like pleasant department store elevator music. And eventually -- dear God, please -- the construction will end. My building does not appear to be owned by Sarah Winchester, so I am holding out hope.

I am pleased that I managed to stay awake until 9:40 pm on a Tuesday to share my excuses with you! Go me!

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Reader Comments (24)

Good lord! You need hugs, ice cream, a stiff drink and a good lawyer! (oh and a some good chocolate). I hope the construction ends soon, instead of soonly...

June 12, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterAshley

Oh!! Oh! I am SO SORRY! Hang in there!!!

June 12, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterAmy A

First of all, that picture of you - that is exactly the face I was making! Then after reading your post I feel bad - how miserable for you. I know your art and creativity is troubled by noise, dirt, chaos, etc. Hoping for better days because even a good day is tough when you are 8 months pregnant! We love ya. deb

June 12, 2012 | Unregistered Commenterdeb

Feel better. You need a taser to threaten them with. Spend more time with the kids at Brighton Beach with the horse dogs.

June 12, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterJen

I think I would be Pissed Off if I were you. I am impressed that you seem to be handling it so well. Maybe your payback for being such a saint will be an easy, oh my goodness I pushed for 10 minutes and here's a baby, type of labor. ;)

June 12, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterCinnamon

My husband, Mike, suggests you get a copy of Who's Next and play it continuously wherever you feel the need to impose your will on other people. ..... at the kind of sound levels associated with the original live performances - 128db at 90 feet, although there's no real need to get that far away, 'cos you won't get a good view of the expressions of sheer agony! It'll also have the side-effect of introducing Shamrock to some good music!

(in case you cant tell, he wrote the above.)

im now returning to my Smucker's hot fudge eaten straight from the jar with a spoon.

June 12, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterTola

We're just happy that it's only you are busy and pregnant and all.
The Blog does worry about you, you know!

June 12, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterGeniaKnitz

Oh Sharon, that's just awful! If I were in your shoes, I can promise I wouldn't be blogging either. Here's hoping and praying for an end very soon!!!

how much yarn do we have to buy before you can buy your own building?

June 13, 2012 | Unregistered Commentergreentrees

Ugh. Those are excellent excuses. I have a strong desire to buy you a Blizzard.

June 13, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterBonnie

I agree with greentrees...

June 13, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterCarol

Thanks heavens you are okay - relatively speaking! Yes, we DO worry about you!

Regarding the construction - have you tried THE EYEBROW on those people? That and a good lawyer might just do the trick with your landlord. And yes, what greentrees said: how much yarn do we have to buy for you to own the building?

June 13, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterGwen

I'm so so sorry. :( Not much more to say than that!

June 13, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterNancy H

I would demand compensation for the disruption of your business. And move as soon as the lease runs out. You know it won't get better when the night club opens.

June 13, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterJo Anne

Agree with all the above. First....get a lawyer and let him kick the landlord's ass for you. You are too busy growing a human to deal with this stuff. Keep calm and carry yarn! :-)

June 13, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterPatty

Oh my goodness Sharon! Your story sounds like my moving stories as of late- read- horror stories!!

Will you at least be taking some time off for baby?

June 13, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterPietra

You definitely have grounds for legal action. A good lawyer can guide this 'new' landlord through the pitfalls of messin' with good tenants.

June 13, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterGinny R

All this upheaval makes me want to shove a blizzard in someones face - or somewhere - too! Agree with all the talk to a good lawyer to do the blizzard shoving, find a new space that is even better than the one you have, and keep growing your human while taking care of you and your brood. Hmmmm, not as supportive and relaxing a post as I intended. HUGS!

June 13, 2012 | Unregistered Commenteryarnardent

I am so sorry Sharon. One foot in front of the other, yes, but I do hope they begin to respect you more. Hang in there.

June 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterAmy K.

The Horror! I feel so sorry for you. And I am shocked those people are acting like that. My apologies on be halve of the human race.

June 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterCharlotte

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