I had just got out of the shower when I thought I heard voices emanating from below (outside, I mean, I haven't lost my marbles). And indeed the Amish contractors have arrived to fix our back deck, complete with straw hats, braces and all. I can already hear industrious sounds accompanying the voices (which is amazing, given that the humidity is near 100% and the temperature is rapidly climbing to another lofty high.
Looking out the front window I see that there is a closed trailer, kind of like a horse float, in which they have all their equipment and supplies, and that's been dropped off in the driveway. That partly explains something Mrs Walles and I had been pondering - how do they get here? It's well known that the Amish don't drive cars, but it's not so well known that they can accept rides if someone else is driving. I guess the same applies to their tools. Or perhaps these blokes are from one of the less stringent sects (there are quite a few) that are more liberal about things like horseless carriages.
I think I can hear power tools (I can't quite see them from where I'm writing this) but that doesn't clinch it: even the rigorous Amish sects are allowed to use electricity and other mod cons in businesses, apparently.
Anyway, I'll keep you posted on their progress - they can't be planning to take long, since there's a big storm coming this afternoon. Although I suppose they might not know that...after all, I only know because I saw it on TV...
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