There's always somebody downstairs

[sovay]

Construction on our street no longer even rates a jackhammer, it seems: the ponderously concrete-cracking blows reverberating directly across the road are the product of effectively punching the sidewalk with a backhoe. I have those mornings, too, but I don't make my neighbors listen to them. Facebook permanently deactivated my account in the night, deleting fourteen years' worth of memories, photos, conversations, connections, my profile picture on a mountainside in Vancouver. It is still nice to read political news that does not feel like the rear view of an event horizon. My plan for the rest of the day is heavily tilted toward returning from this afternoon's doctor's appointment and trying to sleep.

Comments

[ladymondegreen]

Sleep sounds like an excellent plan. May it be undisturbed by construction.

Sorry to hear about your Facebook account. I wonder if that got rid of the pictures of us together at that event in Brooklyn. :(

[sovay]

Sleep sounds like an excellent plan. May it be undisturbed by construction.

Thank you! I do not think I have ever lived on a street that had this much earth-moving machinery on it on the regular. I like Ewan MacColl's "The Fitter's Song" (1958) as much as the next person, but come on.

Sorry to hear about your Facebook account. I wonder if that got rid of the pictures of us together at that event in Brooklyn.

I hope not. Photos with other people tagged in them I am informed remain. Anything I posted myself I am informed has been nuked.