Yesterday morning, I got an email (we have an active email list for the block), saying that someone had spoken to the contractors who are doing all the street work. Those workers said it was the city’s responsibility. And apparently the city water department had come out yesterday, and said it was the contractor’s responsibility to fix.
It’s no small amount of water, so to have it rush down here, pool and swirl around, and then just seemingly disappear is kind of baffling. I kept expecting it to overflow and rush out, but it just gets here and… goes away.
She did an assessment, and did some adjustments – which were very surprising to me. I was somewhat ready for the man-handling, but was caught by surprise several times at some of the moves. The neck cracking thing wasn’t too bad – but there was one adjustment that happened with me on my side that had me say “Oh!” out loud.
While Liz and I were sitting on our front steps over the weekend, we watched a young squirrel shimmy up and down the tree in our parkway. Several minutes later, we heard a seed drop from the tree… and it landed right in this little divot in the driveway.
The sound of road work began pretty early this morning, circa 7AM. I know construction crews get an early start (typically arriving on a site by 6AM or earlier and ending around 3PM). But I guess this means we’re in for a lot of heavy thuds and beeping trucks for the next few weeks.
The photo isn’t much, but it’s what I was seeing when I felt calm and contended. After a lot of movement and a lot of sweat, it felt good to be motionless for a little while.
I can make out most of it, like Peter Rabit and Minecraft. And a few others I can kind of figure out (like Frosint is probably Frozen). But heck if I can figure out those two on the bottom row, far left.
There are two huge mounds on either side of our driveway, and a heavy, metal plate lining our driveway to the street. Guessing there’s a sizable hole underneath there.
This project references the trope in a lot of crime/tech TV shows, where someone is able to use a computer to “zoom in and enhance” an image. It’s an old gimmick, and laughed at a lot because… well, you can’t just zoom in on a fuzzy image and have it magically get clearer.
A week ago, when we were throwing a lot of stuff away, one of the things I finally decided to get rid off was my old tennis racket. I got this while I was in high school, back when I was actually playing tennis with some regularity. I was never very good – and came one or two spots shy…
Liz called me back to the yard, telling me she found “a really cool bug.” It took me a little while to spot it, though.
A scene from the battle of the siblings, taken to mostly commemorate a minor skirmish. Isabelle had gotten on the float, and then Jackson had tried to use the other float to bop her into the water. His float got away from him, and he was unsuccessful in retrieving it with a paddle.
Isabelle remained safely in the distance.
Wait, I hear you asking… if you’re taking the photo, who’s driving the boat?
Every so often, I’d step out of the office I was in and stepped out to the balcony to take in the view.