I will finally complain. They have wood stacked in the building proper. I don’t know if this a week long renovation, though today’s a perfect day and nobody is working. I don’t know if it’s supposed to take a month, a year or like last time, over two years.
Thought I was going to lose my mind last time. It was after 9/11 and my Mom’s death. It was distracting, and for times would go on for five or six days a week, other times a day or two a week. Sometimes on Saturdays and Sundays
It’s difficult to remain upbeat and all I love New York when construction is paramount. Oh but think of the future. I have lived in this city for 31 years. I can trace the history of my life through construction.
When the old Sony and IBM buildings were built, some blocks from my apartment on East 63rd, I lost my light to the shadows of the buildings. Plants I had nurtured died.
I can go on. Frankly I never thought of a memoir in the form of city construction before. My idea.
I don’t have to think of the future of New York. I need to think of the present. And my present is very dependent on this building.
Selfish of me to want to work in my own apartment. Frankly I like the screen of the Imac much more than the Macbook. Frankly it doesn’t matter. I’m entitled to know what is happening and to be given a approximate time table.
I’m the biggest wimp in real life. I don’t see anything good happening out of complaining. If I don’t, I won’t be able to live with myself.
If you complain about construction in this city, nobody takes you seriously. Unless you’re Adrienne Shelly and are killed because you complained. Then you get taken seriously.
But alas, you’re dead.
yikes. well, maybe the wood is for someone’s interior? in which case it won’t be there long, and you won’t have to worry about your plants? let’s hope so — i hatehatehate thinking of your view blocked by a bunch of, er, blocks, set there by another bunch of, um, blockheads. d’oh!
the present is a gift you give to yourself — don’t overthink the things you can’t control. let someone else shoulder those concerns, while you enjoy all there is to enjoy about living the wonderful life you live, being the even more wonderful you that you are! xox
I know what you mean about your surroundings changing. It’s crappy when it happens, but there’s not much you can do about it.
We live on the corner of an old green, and were perhaps the first of a new generation to move in - we have watched the old people living each side of us die off over the 6 years we have now been there…
The rest of the (not young) green residents are bitter old people who ring the police every time a soccer ball breaks a flower, and stop childrens playgrounds being built by claiming the 5 year olds are shooting up and having sex on the green…
This post should appear in the Times or something. I’m sure you’re not alone. There’s got to be tens of you out there in the same boat
You nurtured a plant? I had no idea. See? This is why you need your own wikipedia entry. It’d all be in there.
Isn’t there a “7 on your side” to call or something?
I wouldn’t like it either.
I hate contruction, dust, and noise.
ha - i was just going to write a similar post this morning. no need for my alarm clock anymore. the construction across the street starts at an ungodly hour and works its magic to get me up.
I feel bad for you and hope it is not a large project.
Are you leaving the city for awhile in June?
Bone’s got an idea. I bet there are lots of people who are fed up and don’t want to take it anymore. Actually, every city I’ve ever been to it buried in construction, at least in some areas. When I was a kid, I had this idea that someday, the whole world would be “finished.” When are they gonna finish building NYC? ha