Holy Moly. The Fuzz just showed up at our house to tell us to keep it quiet. It is Sunday, 8:30am and Cap has been out working on the boat for two and a half hours. Yikes!!!He was in the process of using his jigsaw to cut a piece of hickory for the tiller. Hmmmm... I wonder why this would bother anyone? Could it be that his jigsaw is probably older than I am, with a dull blade, and each cut was taking a LONG LONG time?
Apparently, no construction noise is allowed on Sundays before 9:00am. Hmph. What will Cap do between 5:30 and 9:00am? Will he sleep like a normal person? But who has normal sleeping habits when you have an 8-week-old baby and a two-year-old? Definitely not us.
Plus, who has normal sleeping habits when posessed by an unnatural obsession to build a sailboat? Definitely not Cap. So, while I have my tea and toast in the dusky light of morning, Cap usually works on his lovely boat until it is time to get ready for him to go to work.
Ah, but I guess the neighbors don't find it as lovely.
Sorry, neighbors!
But, maybe it wasn't the neighbors after all. Could it have been... Rose? Maybe she was trying to sleep in her crib and thought to herself, "DADDY, you are keeping me AWAKE!" So she called the cops.
Or perhaps it was... the jigsaw. "HELP! I'm too OLD for this! He's killing me!" So he called the cops.
Sorry Rose, and sorry Jigsaw!
I'm just glad that Eleanor wasn't out with Jer when the cops came. "Here's a noise violation and we're calling child protective services..." Great.
Naw, I'm exaggerating (did you guess?) It wasn't a brigade of cops, just one very nice female police officer. And, quite often Eleanor watches Cap working on the boat. She's learning all about the tools, and how to sand and paint, and she wears the "ear potetows" (ear protectors) when it is loud. Here is what it looks like when I peek out the window to check on the two of them.
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