"When the space element is balanced in us, there is room for life;
whatever arises can be accommodated."
~Tenzin Wangyal
As if the constant HAMMERING and SAWING every day for the past two months weren't enough, an old busted-up ice cream van would come and park in the middle of it all and BLAST the most horrible noises. The tune wasn't anything I recognized, a cross between JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SCHMIDT and SHE'LL BE COMING ROUND THE MOUNTAIN, with a lot of CAR HORNS, WHISTLES and HAND CLAPS thrown in, repeating in an infinite loop. And between each repeat, the recorded voice of a woman saying HELLO. Then the song would start up again. Of all the noises — the HAMMERS, the NAIL GUNS, the POWER SAWS, the BEEPING SOUNDS the big trucks made when they went in reverse, the WHISTLES, the CAR HORNS, the HAND CLAPS — it was that single spoken HELLO that sent me over the edge.
