The Building Blocks and Agains

Working carefully above the streets, suspended on a beam, holding pillar-box red lunch box, I hammered a nail in to a tiny hole with my wood and metal hammer. Every time a got tired — which was every so often — I would open my pillar-box red lunch box and pluck a green grape from therein. One of these was just enough to inspire me to pound the nail further into the hole — so I understandably brought many grapes to work each and every day.
It was as I was breaking the thin piece of skin on my twenty-second grape that something — or rather — happened. It was, to be mildly more specific, a something caused by a someone. And this someone was a man — of sorts.
"Hallo?" he said with spirited indifference, peering around an obnoxious support.
"Hello," I answered with casual disregard.
"Hello."
"Hello."
We nodded idiotically at each other for a moment. I started to hammer away again.
"You know," he began, "you should use the other hammer for that sort of stuff." He indicated the smaller one with a subtle movement of his shoulder.
"No," I said. "I'm not going to bother wasting time changing hammers; I just use the big one for everything."
"But it will be quicker, and easier."
"The time I lose knocking in nails is the same as the time I gain by not fiddling around with hammers."
"How hard is it to swap hammers? It's right there!"
"Well I'm not changing now," I said. "Not when I've already worked up a rhythm."
He shrugged.
"You know what?" I asked.
"No I don't," he replied.
"That's a nice cloud."
"Which one?"
"That one."
"Oh, that one."
"Yes. It could be the greatest cloud to ever float past my eyes."
"How do you know it's moving? It could be the Earth."
"In that case you could always see clouds moving; and we don't move that fast anyway."
"How do you know?"
"I don't."
He shrugged again.
"In fact it could be the greatest cloud to every be visaged by Earthlings," I said.
"Don't you mean visioned?"
"No, visaged is right."
"But they say invisioned."
"Yes they do; it's wrong though. You're actually meant to say envisaged."
"But it's in the Dictionary."
"That's only because so many people have got it wrong."
"Still, neither visioned nor visaged works in that context — I'm not even sure if they're real words."
"I know, I was just being silly."
"Uh huh."
I began climbing.
"Where are you going?"
"Up."
Once I was satisfied, I sat down and began peering at the people below. They were nothing more then moving dots, and if anything my new position just made them more unidentifiable, but I still opened my pillar-box red lunch box and retrieved a handful of Paddle Pops. After a while, I convinced myself that two people I know were about to walk directly beneath me and I should throw my Paddle Pops towards them — and I did. I was so far up that I could not see if my aim was true. This disappointed me immensely, so I threw one at a much closer target.
The next year I believe I had a fresh cup of steaming brown at home and enjoyed it more then any other.