A blueberry mango soy smoothie

The land­lord had some seri­ous work done on the stu­dio that adjoins the house this week, and there was ham­mer­ing and prep­ping and saw­ing all week­end into Tues­day, the smell of saw­dust and hot metal and tar paper and roof­ing chem­i­cals fill­ing the air.  There was the clat­ter of lad­ders and ham­mers bang­ing and nails and metal tools clang­ing (okay, thump­ing, but I’m try­ing to go for a lit­er­ary thing here) the whole day, and the guys work­ing played a vari­ety of radio sta­tions as they talked and worked away.

These guys were real pro­fes­sion­als, though.  They were mak­ing hay (or paper­ing rooves as the case may be) while the sun shone, so the land­lord made the cof­fee runs while the guys still worked. (We have a nice inde­pen­dent cof­fee shop around the cor­ner, com­plete with wi-fi and open mic nights.) No joke, this was one of the con­ver­sa­tions, the land­lord call­ing up from the ground.

“I’m going to go get some cof­fee around the cor­ner, what do you want?”

Voice one:  “Large cof­fee, two sug­ars, no cream and a maple wal­nut scone.  Or peach if they’re out of the maple.”

Voice two:  “A medium latte and one of the choco­late biscotti.”

Voice three:  “A blue­berry mango soy smoothie and one of those vegan corn muffins.”

I couldn’t help it, I peeked.  It was the big burly crew chief who wanted the vegan break­fast delights.  God, I love Massachusetts.