October 30th, 2007

  • lizhand

The Midnight Hammerer

Well, he's back, and just in time for Halloween. Last night after midnight I was again awakened by the Mad Hammerer. I don't know who he is, or why he does it, but every few months in the middle of the night someone across the street starts hammering, slowly, rythmnically, and VERY LOUDLY, on — what? I don't know, but I suspect it's the outside wall of his house. There's two houses there, one empty and in the process of renovation for lo these many years, the other occupied. I suspeect there's some anger management issues going on here — the hammering doesn't really sound like work getting done — or maybe it's some primitve form of music therapy.

Whatever it is, it always creeps me out bigtime. There's nothing like living in rural Maine with winter coming down and weird noises in the middle of the night to gvive you bad dreams. Every time this happens I lie in bed and think of getting a flashlight and shining it across the road to see exactly what the hell is going on, but then HE'D KNOW I WAS THERE. It always makes me think of this Tom Waits piece, "What's He Bulding" -- aggggghhhhhhh ....


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaLjwSpZ6Cs
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