Just a Day in the Life – Sunshine, Deaf Ears, Too Much Chat

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Just a Day in the Life  . . . Sunshine, Deaf ears, Too much Chat

 

It’s been unseasonably warm here this past week and although warm, not often sunny. But this day was sunny and hot, and I wanted to do some writing and step away from the computer so I decided to spend a few hours in the afternoon down at the pool patio to catch some rays while being productive. Well sort of productive because all I wound up writing was this little afternoon episode. What I hadn’t planned on was getting my eardrums broken, or social interaction.

 

Let me preface this by saying I rarely go sit outside at the pool where I live and if I do it will be on a Sunday afternoon when I’m not at my sister’s backyard hanging out. I never previously went down during the week, always working in my office with the computer. But I thought I’ll start going to the sundeck to get some Vitamin D and work on a tan and get some good solitary writing time in. I thought. . .

The condo development I live in has a lot of empty nesters and seniors who have downsized thus, not many hang at the pool with an exception of a few regulars and busier on weekends with visiting grandkids. It was Thursday afternoon and I expected to be the only one there. Wishful thinking.

To get to the sundeck, I must walk through the women’s changeroom through the indoor pool area, leading to the outside huge 2000 square foot patio/sundeck. I wasn’t yet out of the changeroom when I heard a drilling engine-like noise coming closer with every step I took. Once I entered the pool area I saw one of the building’s maintenance caretakers power washing the patio with a thin-nozzled hose attached to a generator. When I got out on the patio it felt like I was standing beside a helicopter with the engine on. The fumes coming out of that generator were toxic and my ears felt like they may burst.

I didn’t spend half an hour getting ready to go to the pool, getting my work tools ready and my sunbag packed with phone, water, towel, lotion and 2 books and walking over to the next building to listen to that while breathing carbon monoxide. So, I got my chair set up, well away from the generator, although that didn’t put a dent in the sound and pollution. And further down the deck I noticed ‘Yappy’ lying in his spot.

Now that I was settled in my chair I wanted to catch the caretaker’s attention because I wasn’t about to put up with the noise while trying to write. I could see the caretaker was not even half done the patio. I also surmised that at the rate he was going, it was about one square inch per minute, he’d need a good three full days to finish that patio. He was diligent, getting that nozzle in between every single crack surrounding each interlock brick. Of course, he was wearing earphones, but I wasn’t. When he turned his head, I waved at him. I tried to scream over the generator “turn that off” but he obviously didn’t read lips either. I then proceeded to play charades and signaled him to turn off the machine and take off his headphones.

Before I began the game of charades, Yappy screamed over to me that he’d put up with that ruckus since the morning and all of the day before while he worked diligently on his George Hamiltonesque tan. I knew he was a sun-freak by the bragging he does the rare times I go to the deck and he’s always there, blabbing to whoever will listen to him. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t have to hear the same things repeated by him – he’s got a girlfriend, 35 years younger than himself, he took off work for a year (he’s around 60), he’s traveled everywhere, he eats in many fabulous restaurants, and he’s been living in the building for 20 years. He reminds me of the stereotype  ‘Sammy Miami’ with his dark tan and old-school bachelor attitude.

Yappy could see by the look on my face I wasn’t too happy. I asked him why he wouldn’t complain to management. I added I didn’t comprehend why they had to power hose on two rare sunny days where anyone could be at the pool when there are more cloudy days than sunny, which would also be more comfortable circumstances to stand out all day in a worker’s jumpsuit and rubber boots is beyond me. He responded by telling me he couldn’t be bothered and kept his headphones on to drown out part of the noise.

By the time Mr. Caretaker got my message and turned off the machine, I told him he must stop because our eardrums were breaking, and we were breathing in toxic fumes. I wasn’t feeling too friendly, but I knew, the man now intimidated by me, was just doing his job. But I told him to call the management office and tell them there are complaints. I also told him to tell them that we pay a lot of rent to live here and this isn’t right. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed. After he hung up, he packed up the machine and left.

If given the opportunity, Yappy is happy to initiate a conversation. I made sure to sit a good 50 feet away from him. I’d have moved to the complete other end had the generator not been there. And as soon as the caretaker left, Yappy perks up with his usual snarky laugh and tells me how ballsy I am. “I don’t think you take any shit from anyone,” said Yappy. He continued to blab and I looked at my notebook and gave him the odd nod signaling I was listening.

While he was blabbing about everything under the sun, he managed to mention something about the U.S. in comparison to Canada. I commented back something sarcastic about dOnald tRump and he retorted with, “You don’t like Trump?”

By that time, he was grating on what felt like my last nerve and I shouted to him “Don’t get me started about him.” Yappy wanted to get into a discussion about politics and he was the last person I was going to talk to about them. He continued to try and tell me why he loved tRump and I was ready to throw a shoe at him but screamed over his screaming across the patio to repeat (about 8 times) that I have zero interest in wasting my breath to a cult member. He finally got the hint. Alas, silence.

About an hour had passed in silent bliss when I saw Yappy from the corner of my eye, packing up his stuff when a dark cloud hovered. He stopped by my chair and advised me to pack up because the sun was gone for the day. I bid him goodbye, picked up my pen, and within minutes that dark cloud dispersed, revealing unobstructed sunshine. And along with the clouds went Yappy.

 

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  1. We often have a similar problem at our holiday home. The maintenance staff are very conscientious and are forever cutting the grass and strimming the edges. One day last year I sat on the decking listening to a ride-on mower, a tree surgeon with his chainsaw, and a drone flying overhead. Grr!

    1. Yes, it seems common all over, gardeners, construction and such. But that generator going where people go to relax was just wrong. 🙂

  2. Sorry but I smiled all the way through this post…silently thinking..Go Deb…I would have done exactly the same as you… and Yappy…What a delight! we get them here in their skin tight speedos with a hat on thinking they are God’s gift quite to who I haven’t worked out yet and then they proceed to go shopping still dressed in their speedos…Yuck

    1. Lolllllllllllll Carol, I can spot them a mile away, usually on beach holidays, but I have one literally, in my own backyard! 🙂 xx

  3. You rode through it and came out the other side, my lovely Unicorn buddy. <3 xXx and you also have a handy horn to poke people with when they really don't get the hint! <3

    1. Lol Jane, so true! I only use my horn for injustice. 🙂 <3 xxx

  4. That power washing does take forever. We had to do it on our deck cover and it took most of the day! I did feel sorry for my neighbors.

    1. Lol, so you know exactly what I’m saying. 🙂

  5. At last the dark cloud drove him away and you were able to enjoy the sun with no interruptions. Thank goodness. <3

    1. Lol Adele, nothing comes easy. 🙂 <3

  6. I don’t understand how anyone can support Trump. I could have handled the maintenance noise much better than I could have handled Yappy’s yapping about Donald. Ugh!

    1. Lol you and me both Diana, especially since Yappy is Canadian, and I’ve yet to come across anyone here that likes the liar and chief. But knowing what I do of Yappy already, a certified narcissist, it doesn’t surprise me. 🙂 <3

  7. Yappy sure had it right about you. LOL Glad you finally got the peace and quiet you needed! 🙂

    1. Lol John, so nice to know you know me so well 🙂

  8. Hi Debby – I honestly think I would have turned round and gone back upstairs … so good for you to stick it out … Yuppy would appal me … as too the noise let alone the tone of conversation … cheers Hilary

    1. HI Hilary. You’re funny. 🙂 But I’m no quitter and always looking for a way to right justice. 🙂 x

  9. Best laid plans! But you got a bit of peace in the end, even if it came at a price. I hope you can enjoy sunny and quieter days in the future. Thanks, Debby!

    1. Thanks Olga. Glad I got in those stolen days of summer because it’s back to wearing a jacket these past few days! Lol <3

  10. Loved how you told this Debby.. And those power wash tools are very noisy I know as Hubby has one and did our drive early Spring to get the moss off it.
    Glad to know you got rid of Yappy That Dark cloud heaven sent.. Lol.. Then the Sun came out as your reward again.. Brilliant..
    Enjoy your Sunshine..
    We are doing the same.. 🙂 Hugs xx <3

    1. Lol Sue, thanks for chiming in. Yes, I found it was very fitting that he left and took the cloud with him 🙂 😉 <3 xxx

  11. Bet Yappy wasn’t very happy with your response! How you managed to keep from throwing that shoe at him is beyond me. I’d have been tempted to squirt sun block in his mouth. Interesting how the clouds tailed him. This would make a great short story, Deb 🙂 ❤️

    1. Lolllllllll T, you make it into a great story. 🙂 😉 <3

  12. You know, we bloggers just ask for a little inspiration once in a while, by sitting outside, and what happens? This! I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at your experience, Debby! And I agree with Tina’s idea of a short story. I can see the headlines “Sunworshipper chokes on his own sunscreen…” LOL! I will try to sit outside here at home, but summer here in Sacramento is wayyy too hot. Plus I can’t see the screen with my polarized lenses…ahh, first world problems!

    1. Lol Terri! Send me some of your heat! We went from summer to jackets this week! And the object is to not have your laptop out working in the beautiful sun. 🙂

  13. LOL! YOU’re so funny, Sis. I hope you find some peaceful days soon. <3

    1. Lol thanks Sis. At this point in life. peaceful sounds boring 🙂 <3 xx

  14. Regardless of the noise and obnoxious Mr.Yappy you succeeded in writing a very entertaining piece, Debby. Well done. 🙂

    1. Lol, thank you Carol <3

  15. Haha I can picture the scene Debby.. .and why do ‘Yappies’ wear speedos…enough to put you off your dinner… Happy birthday… and something for you to unwrap on my blog at midday my time.. hugsxx

    1. Thank you so much my lovely friend for the wishes and the feature. You spoil me! <3 xoxo Oh, and Speedos - yuck! Lol xoxo

    1. Thank you Sally Star! <3 xxxx

  16. And this is why I love living in the country, far from the maddening crowd. Thanks for making me laugh.

    1. Lol Elaine, and I don’t blame you. I’d love to get out of the rat race 🙂

  17. Oh dear Deb, sounds like a bad day at the pool. Yappy, ha, you described his ‘type’ perfectly. Why do people like that always think they know everything, and we poor saps have nothing better to do than to listen to them rant on, usually about themselves? Anyway, I hope that next time you go down there it will be peaceful and no generator – and no George Hamilton tanned Mr Yappy! Hugs to you my sweet friend <3 <3 <3

    1. Lol Sher, it takes all kinds, doesn’t it? 🙂 <3 xxxxxxxx

  18. “I also surmised that at the rate he was going, it was about one square inch per minute, he’d need a good three full days to finish that patio.”
    Oh Debby you have a hilarious way of writing about some of the events in your everyday life!! I’m laughing and also groaning about your obstacles that day when all you wanted was a peaceful environment to write outdoors. I’m thinking Yappy won’t bother you from now on 😉

    1. Lol Christy, so glad to hear your enjoy my direct way with words, yup that’s me, always telin’ it like it is! And you’re right, I went back to the pool once since I wrote this and Yappy won’t say hello to me. So sad . . . Not! 🙂 🙂 xxxxx

  19. A most interesting afternoon you had, Debby. Quite frustrating and interrupted. Yappy sounds almost as bad as a teenage son [grin].

    1. Lol Robbie, probably a mid-life crisis type of guy 🙂

  20. Oh this is hilarious! Mr Yappy’s politics leave a lot to be desired. I wish you’d hit him with your shoe! Next time bring some stilletos!!

    1. Lol Marje, I’m lmao at your comment. Yes, stilletos at the pool, a fashionable punishment LOL

  21. Oh, my goodness. What does a writer have to do to get some peace and quiet? Just a few weeks ago, people were working on the outside of my house. With all the whirring of machines and the yelping from my perturbed pooch, I was ready to pull my hair out, ha ha. Way to fight for your peace, Debby!

    1. Lol, thanks Vashti. I remember you mentioned something about that. Aren’t you going on vacay soon? 🙂 x

  22. How frustrating to have the caretaker working when you wanted to relax in the sun – not to mention Yappy. At least when he left, he took the clouds with him. 🙂

    1. LOL, exactly Norah! 🙂

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