The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 198

The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.

Day 198: “Don’t tell me you got rid of that great car,” Mike said.

“Don’t tell me you got rid of that great car,” Mike said. “I kind of enjoyed seeing it.”

James smiled and walked over to the fence.  “Not gone, just in the garage,” he assured his neighbor.  “I picked up something to run to and from work while I work on it.  I figure that way I can keep my tinkering to hours that don’t keep anyone from a good sleep.” James frowned as a thought occurred to him. 

“I’ve never actually worked on a car with such close neighbors,” he admitted.  James realized that his garage here was not soundproofed and that as his neighbors had children they might go to bed a bit earlier than he expected. “Please let me know if any of the noises are too much.”

“I’ll be sure to let you know,” Mike told him. “For reference, bedtime is about eight at night.”

James nodded. “I suspect I will mostly be getting to it Saturday and Sunday afternoons,” James said thinking over his schedule.  Even with the fact that he didn’t have to work late or take files home, he was getting home between six and six thirty each evening.  Even though he concentrated on simpler meals, his unfamiliarity with the kitchen and all things contained within it, often made the process quite lengthy.  If noise needed to stop by eight to keep from annoying the neighbors then the car would need to be a weekend project.

“We’re out a lot at the weekends,” Mike told him.  “So I don’t we’ll even be around much to hear it.”

James nodded. He wondered what it was they did all weekend, but also thought it might be too invasive a question.  He didn’t want to be the nosy neighbor.  He wanted to be the one who faded into the landscape. “Well just let me know if the noise does get to you.  I wouldn’t want to disturb any family barbeques.”

Mike laughed.  “Any automotive noise during a family barbeque would just cause my father in law to sneak over the property line and join you. He loves all things mechanical.  He is really bad with all things mechanical so I wouldn’t let him touch anything.  When we were first married there was an issue with the fridge.  It made an odd sound, so he took it apart.” Mike shrugged.  “He’s great with the taking apart, not so great with the putting back together.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

With the noise and possible relative invasion settled, they each went their own ways.  James went back into the house, and locked the door behind him.  While his head and notebook were filled with plans for the Studebaker, his conversation with his neighbor gave him a bit more assistance with his scheduling.  It was something he hadn’t considered. 

When he did work on his project cars, he generally spent long hours, time disappearing as he worked.  Mind and hands focused on the details, his ears listening for small clues.  “I’ll probably have to set some sort of alarm,” he reminded himself.  He suspected once he started, he would get carried away.

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