Summary
As her new home in the wilds of Wyoming began to take shape, Annie Proulx, self-confessed loner, could find no peace. Noise came in two forms, one unbearable, the other strangely exhilarating. The first, and most distracting, was the nail gun of her amiable construction crew:
"Chink, chink, chink, chinking, chink some more, chink on, chink from 10 until six, chink in the moonlight, chink, order more chink material, clean the chink gun, chink, chink, chink. Ye gods, chink on, ever on." By her own admission, Proulx is "bossy, impatient, reclusively shy, short-tempered". Having workmen around every day for years was exceptionally trying. One would not have been surprised had she ripped the staple gun from their hands and used it on their foreheads.See the full content of this document
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Flight of Fancy
She knew, of course, that the chinking would eventually come to an end when her sturdy home on Bird Cloud ranch was built. What would never disappear, though, was the wind that whistled around the eaves, a perpetual companion that some days soughed, and others screamed. ...
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