For the past 3 years, on the morning of the weekends, I enjoy sleeping in. Until I hear the relentless sound of saws, hammering and a power sander. It has killed me-time and time again, I storm out of bed, flip my sleep mask off, charge to the windows and wildly close them to cut out the godforsaken sounds coming from a garage across the way. Two weeks ago in the midst of a good Saturday morning sleep session, I found myself once again, getting up in disgrace...cursing the sounds across the way. Then I dared to think to myself,"what the heck is this man doing in there!"
Bob is a kind man that is a retired cabinet maker that now spends his time doing this and that in his garage. I went over and introduced myself and was impressed by his full -on set up wood shop domain. He now makes me my displays, and I make him pie, we are friends-and now when I hear his saws in the morning, I don't care. I should have introduced myself to Bob sooner instead of grunting for 3 years! So a fist in the air to neighbors helping neighbors! Loud saws on Saturday mornings and all...
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