Behind the Blue Door

Simmy woke to the sounds of heavy equipment... what time was it?
The inside of the eyelids were still sandpaper scratchy so she just lay in bed, listening...
When the sounds would not abate... she got up to make a pot of coffee... might as well start the day happy.
Oldest construction son came out of his bedroom grumbling a bit about the construction noise as well.
Being a construction family, though, he quickly said, "We start on the job site really early too!"
"Nobody will complain. They want the job done," Simmy spoke confidently.
As she wondered how to make the best of the situation... that was really close to becoming a skill or, maybe even, an art.
She went to fetch some blue paint and soon she had the door, that was jammed between the shed and the fence, painted a calming blue.
To be even more 'crazy' as oldest construction son had just complimented her with... truly, it is a compliment, she went to get the WELCOME sign and put it on top of the door as the concrete curb was swinging by. Maybe I should borrow his hard hat, she thought...

"Well, I do want that sound barrier wall up as soon as possible so... I'll WELCOME it.
For some crazy reason, she'd been thinking about having a spa day when she awakened.
"That is the most ludicrous thing to do today," she mumbled.
"But... it's also perfect!"
As she went to find a suitable glass ornament for a doorknob, and then the most lovely glass bowl for soaking ones' feet, and an antique teacup and saucer for that spot of tea that would be just perfect on a spa day...
Suddenly she heard a thump that sounded like it hit the house.
She dashed up the stairs to find that it was just the heavy concrete curb being put down right behind the shed.
She had to climb over the concrete block and rebar 'crib' that Sam had made to put the fireplace wood...
The teacup jangled and clinked as she jostled over the wood pile.

She laid out a faux weathered board quay from the wooden fence that had come down to make way for the concrete one.

  Out came the props to make the whole scene completely ridiculous.

That's perfect! Simmy mocked good- naturedly.

"A spot of tea... and there we go! That's all it takes to get my attitude in line with what I can't control..."
She climbed up onto the wood pile, feeling very satisfied with her Friday morning attitude and as she stepped down onto the grass... Rip...

The rick rack on her pink summer skirt had caught the whaler bar and there she was,... once again,...
adjusting her attitude...