The drywalling day was pretty intrusive (Jan. 16 - yes, for my birthday I got drywall). Of course they had to block off the entry for the day. We were home with Aaron, who was having is puking week, so we had to block him from that whole area with a baby gate. It was loud, and obviously we had no privacy. When we wanted to go out, they cut a big slit in the plastic for us to pass through.
When they were done with that, there were visible gaps around the door again. We notified the management and they filled them in with something.
Another oddity is in Jordan's room. It looks like some of their exterior work maybe became interior work accidentally, because up in the corner there are holes that appear to have been sawed in the drywall. Debris falls through or from them onto Jordan's toys.
The boys' favorite construction activity is when they haul large objects up to the roof with ropes that run up the side of the building. Dale caught a sheet of drywall going by; the rest is scaffolding, 8x8 beams, that kind of thing. The stuff whacks against the siding and the windows on the way up, which like I say thrills the boys but greatly disturbs me. It also leaves muddy rope marks on the windows. (Pictures from Jan. 13 and Jan. 21.)
All this is a drag. The real scare, though, was the other day (Jan. 20) when Dale was off to school with the boys as usual, Aaron walking by himself to the elevator, and as he goes around the corner, there are no railings. No plywood barriers, which substitute for railings where there's construction. Nothing. We live on the third floor. I don't even like to think about it. I understand (and hate) that they sometimes have to take down the barriers when they're actively working on something, but this area was unattended for hours. I complained repeatedly.
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