I heard a noise. Before I even went outside, something was running. A revved engine whirring. I thought it was the city finally come to remove the leaves from our treeless gutters. Nooo -- nothing is that simple. I looked across the street, and there was a ladder leading to the roof of my building. The noise came from a generator in the truck. This is usually the sign of some plumbing emergency or some other nastiness. Closer inspection - thick rubber hoses going into the front door of the Chinese restaurant. It was a vent-hood maintenance crew. Still they should have notified us, or maybe they did - not too good with the English, usually unless something is pouring down from the ceiling. So it wasn't really an emergency.
I saw a movie about such phenomena the other night. How could have I have missed it the first time around - it has Jim Broadbent, John Goodman, and Hugh Laurie in it - three of my favorite actors. Based on a true story, it's about families of tiny people about four inches tall that live in the walls and under the floorboards of homes, and they take little things as they need to, just to get by, you know. It's a 1997 movie called The Borrowers and it was a fun night. I'd recommend it.
Actually, I'm just putting off starting a nasty job up there. We need a new light fixture installed for the dressing room of my wife's dress shoppe.
This installation will take place up there in the Fiberglass Plains, where screaming doesn't matter. Perhaps I can get some of the little guys to help me out up there...
See ya later!
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