Construction

"Do ALL the trucks have to be at the end of your driveway?"

"Yes. I call them and have them gather before you come over."

They are reconstructing my street. And my street needs it . . . if only for the revenue the police department will pick up from the speeding tickets. Now you cannot speed (except for the guy who hit me coming out of my driveway) for fear of losing a wheel in the sinkholes and divets. And they have decided that since they were tearing up the cement anyhow, might as well replace all the other stuff, so now there is sand, giant holes that you can fit a car in and large construction equipment that is turned on at 7 am weekdays and 9 am weekends. Giant diesel engine alarm clocks, mixed in with some guys yelling.

They are working on the other side of the street so I can still get in and out of my driveway . . . sorta . . . when there is not a truck sitting across it. My favorite part so far? Racing home because my father was coming over for some reason and finding some man standing in the middle of the road with a flag about two blocks from my house. I roll down the window and point to my house. Nope can't go there. Have to turn. But the road is one way, so how am I supposed to get to my house? The man with the flag just shrugs. He doesn't know. Just can't go that way. You can get out at S_____, he thinks, but he is not from around here. S_____ is past my house . . . thus I drove the wrong way down my street for a block and three houses. My father was luckier. He just had to sit and wait for the dump truck to pass.

There is a tremendous amount of dirt and sand . . . a large pile last weekend that I thought about stealing. No, I don't know what I would do with the sand, but I wanted it. And my jeep looks really hardcore because I always look like I have been off-roading. Can't wait until they start on my side of the street. Which is why I'm buying a bike. (and telling myself why I bought a jeep)

Can't wait until summer.