Two weeks ago we had our driveway ripped out and replaced with concrete. Actually that’s not quite right. That should read; Two weeks ago, we had our driveway ripped out, then it rained buckets, froze, snowed and froze again and then one muddy week later, the weather finally cooperated and they replaced the old driveway with new concrete.
For two weeks I’ve been parking in the neighbors driveway since I can’t get my Smart down the mucky hill. Actually, I think I could easily get my car down the hill though not necessarily upright; it’s up the hill that would be an issue. So I’ve been parking next door at the neighbor’s. The nice neighbors next door, not the dead ones on the other side or the Mayor of Our Street who very kindly TOLD me two months ago she’d told her house sitter to park in our driveway when they were getting theirs resurfaced. She, by the way, is the same neighbor who couldn’t understand why we would go to the trouble of blocking off half of the U-shaped driveway to prevent people from using it as a U-turn. “I’ve never seen anyone do that in all the years I’ve lived here.” She said. “We have camera proof.” We said. “It happens at least once a week.” “Well, I don’t know why they would use your driveway. It scrapes the bottom of my car every time I try to get out of your driveway.” Um… so you’re saying you’ve never seen anyone use it as a U-turn but just admitted to USING IT AS A U-TURN??? Even fake mayors suck at truth telling. Anyway, for the last two weeks, my morning commute to my car has taken me eight minutes; out the front door, through the dog bomb grass, onto the street, ducking to avoid school buses speeding down the hill with the goal of getting the bus airborne, and down the neighbor’s driveway to the car that has usually been iced over in film of dirty sleet. It has been a joy. But today, today I got to drive out of the neighbors drive and down our new shiny concrete drive and into the garage. Hooray! Thank goodness that’s over and done with. Right? Well, not really. I can drive on the new driveway but I can’t stop and park anywhere on the driveway. Why? Because Husband wont let anyone park on for another two weeks and then, he’s going to have an oil check spot at the mailbox so that there aren’t any stains left on his pretty new concrete. I’m not joking. He really will set up an oil check station at the top and direct people where to park if they have issues because he can’t handle stains. Stains other than the bird berry poop left all over the section under the tree by the birds on day one protesting the noise. And the stains left by the dead bodies from the mass salamanders suicide, the poor suckers that thought it was warm enough to come out because it was 70 degrees and that night, the weather decided it was November and froze and they all died sprawled out across the drive. And then there's the teeny tiny chipmunk feet littering the whole dang thing from street to garage. Yeah, a tiny speck of oil is really going to stand out against that mess. And while we’re discussing messes, riddle me this: We had fourteen guys on the property for twelve hours and not one of them asked to use the bathroom and there was no port-o-potty on site. So they went to the bathroom where….??? And yes, I know that means my yard but I'm very disturbed by the logistics of the whole thing. And the mess. Sorry for putting that image in your brain but it was taking up too much space in mine...
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Karen
12/5/2014 04:11:57 pm
Yay!!! So pleased you are back. I've missed you!!
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ej
12/6/2014 01:46:48 am
Why, thank you! I'm realizing that it's better to blurt than to stew so I'm going to try to do that more. Thank you for the very warm fuzzy welcome back!
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