Common Sense, Dancing

Here’s what I’m listening to today:

• cement mixer
• guy pounding the daylights out of installing the new hardwood floor in our family room
• tile delivery truck
• dogs barking at tile delivery truck
• masons pounding the daylights out of prepping the chimney
• some kind of bad tween-y music from an iPod that’s not plugged into headphones
• a stone cutter operated by the aforementioned mason
• some kind of saw operated by the aforementioned floor guy
• my 8 year old singing some kind of Five for Fighting song
• stones being dropped by a high height by Mr. Mason
• wood flooring being dropped from a moderate height by Mr. Floor Guy
• hammering from Mr. Floor Guy
• phone ringing (Hi Mom)
• gravel driveway crunching with arrival of a JC Penny truck
• dogs barking at JC Penny truck
• drilling by audio/visual installer
• cell phone of Mr. A/V
• Polish conversation of Mr. Mason and crew
• clanging of debris hitting the dumpster
• slamming of porta-potty door

(Yes, I’ve got both a dumpster AND a port-potty. Don’t hate me ’cause it’s beautiful here at my estate….)

• the scritchy scritchy scritch of dog nails as the Doodle duo try to escape the cacophony through an open door
• brothers fighting over open Gatorade bottle
• the clickety clack of the keyboard as I try to find some order in this chaos.

I’ll let you know if when I find it.