They are replacing the carpet in the apartment above me.
For the past 2 1/2 hours, there has been loud hammering, thudding and banging, so hard that it rattles my windows and echoes throughout my rooms. It sounds at times like the ceiling is going to cave in on me.
Any other day, I would be climbing the walls. I hate loud noises. I detest intrusions from the outside world into my peaceful abode. I’d be edgy, nervous, and angry.
But today is Tuesday. Today, I passively listen to it, let it roll off me, think “This too shall pass.” The pleasant sting and burn in my hindquarters and the slow, syrupy flow of my blood keeps me in a calmer, accepting place.
Shortly, I will go out and run errands. When I come back, it will be blissfully quiet once again.
Forgot to mention this from last night: Throughout our session, NG kept asking me if this was doing me any good. Stubbornly, I refused to give him the answer he wanted.
But when it was over, when I could finally speak again, I looked into his face and said, “Yes.” To his puzzled look, I added, “Yes, you do me lots and LOTS of good.”
And see, it’s lasting, too. 🙂