I am quite literally trapped in the house. Well, I suppose I could escape on foot, but it is rainy and cold outside, so I shall stay trapped (dry and somewhat warm).

The street in front of my house has gone from paved, to dirt, to grand canyon in the space of a hour or so. They are working their way down the street about forty to sixty feet a day (which will slow way down when the pipes are twenty two feet deep instead of the eight-to-ten-ish they are here). And the past week has seen dirt and gravel and messy pavement patch after pavement patch.

They rang my doorbell at 7:30 this morning to let me know that if I needed my car today, to move it around the block, since I wasn't going to get another chance. He was damn lucky I was dressed at 7:30 this morning, because I *could* have answered the door in my underpants, since that was all I had been wearing not two minutes earlier.

I decided not to go out today, and left the car in the driveway. All I really have to do is go to the PO to mail my taxes, and I can very easily do that tomorrow when I go vote.

Yes, my town is having elections tomorrow. Why they chose April Fool's Day for town elections I will never understand.

So I've seen two dump tucks, a big CAT with front hoe, a slightly smaller CAT with the front-pushy-shovel attachment thingie, and several other assorted trucks (shut up. I have nieces - they aren't into big trucks. I haven't a clue what they are called. Give my still-incubating nephew a couple of years and perhaps he'll be motor crazy and I'll *know* what all these trucks are and the function of each. Right now? Clue-free.).

We've got the dig-it-out-part, the replace-pipe-part, the fill-in-with-gravel-part, and the cover-over-with-dirt-part. By about 3:30ish they will start the messy overnight-pavement-patch bit that will render the road use-able for about fourteen hours, and then they'll come back tomorrow morning at 6 and start it all over again, ripping up most of the pavement laid today - and move only a tiny bit down the street.

They've used my front lawn as a staging area for pipes, coolers, and surveying equipment and such, and in addition have come up to the house and used the outside spigot to run water into buckets, and wash of various tools. Which scared the heck out of me until I figured out what that *noise* was.

So yeah. Going a bit barmy here (shut up, Gwen). What's new out in the big wide world today?!?

From: [identity profile] utkari02.livejournal.com


AMY!!! :)

When is good for you to meet this week re: Ball Decorations?

btw, sorry about your construction woes :\

From: [identity profile] etakyma.livejournal.com


KARI!!!

In the evenings, hon - just give me 48 hours notice... In the next two weeks I'm *not* available the 6th, 8th or 10th. Any other day is *SO FAR* clear!

From: [identity profile] drvsilla.livejournal.com


Dude. Wow. That's some goings-ons, there! I do not envy thee.

Teacup is almost all set up! you should escape the madness and come see. ;D

From: [identity profile] etakyma.livejournal.com


Yeah, working from home just got a hella lot more exciting. TEACUP! Yay! I am so happy you are out of your previous situation!

And yeah, taking the train to NYC is an easy way to travel. I hope our schedules can work out sometime in the next couple of months (I've got to schedule one trip to California in April or May, but once that is scheduled I'll know what weekends I have free for the next three months)

From: [identity profile] drvsilla.livejournal.com


The Nephew would live in envy of you, if he knew. ;] TEACUP! Yes! Me too-- as should be easily assumed.

Groovy. You, schedule, then lemme know. :)

From: [identity profile] ksl2025.livejournal.com


Oh...life size tonka toys. Sweet. Well, it would be I suppose if they weren't in front of your house or camped out on your lawn.

The front push-shovel attachment is probably just called a 'blade' just so you know. And the assorted trucks are either dump trucks, belly dumps, and possibly cement mixers. Why yes, yes I was a tomboy. How can you tell? :-)

Are they allowed to just help themselves to your water? I mean, don't they at least need your permission?

From: [identity profile] etakyma.livejournal.com


Apparently, my water is their water. Which I am okay with - after I figured out that the rushing water sound was not something to panic over (after having one toilet implode in spectacular fashion on me, the sound of uncontrolled rushing water makes me a wee bit nervous).

Blade, blade, right... this is good. And no cement mixers - that I would have recognized! And while not quite a tomboy, I also wasn't a girly girl. Shocking, I know. :D

But yeah, they keep exchanging their front attachments to haul around large gravel containers, and this huge structure they keep putting in the ground to work around, and then removing after dumping in the gravel. The guys that operate this stuff are really good. The one CAT looks almost alive as it moves around, he moves it so smoothly.

From: [identity profile] ksl2025.livejournal.com


sounds like quite the show. :-)
Are you watching through the front window, feet up while you sip a hot cup o' someting?


From: [identity profile] etakyma.livejournal.com


Well, watching through the window anyway... I'm currently working-from-home on the couch (laptop+wireless=can set down anywhere in the house)... and right on time, they are patching the road for the night.

Hmmm... Tea is not a bad idea right now. *wanders off to look in the cupboards*
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From: [identity profile] conjured-1.livejournal.com


Heehee! Big trucks and men that know how to drive them. I'm so blue collar attracted...*sigh* Mike Rowe needs to drive a big truck in front of my house.
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