Ever since late June my home has been on a bi-pass for water. That means that I have a garden hose running from a connector on the street over the curb, onto the sidewalk, and snaking through a small hole in my fence. The hose is connected to a rickety water spicket running into my home. Supplying my home with plenty of water to flush, bathe, and at times waste. I am not really complaining, just saying, that I have been receiving "free" water all this time. The noise coming through my windows all summer has been at times aggravating. The dust and dirt built up on my windows, home and any other surface near the dig, has been, shall we say, less than Martha Stewart clean. The heavy equipment, jack hammering, road closures, and minor inconveniences, like a blocked driveway, have at times caused me to fall into moments of vulgar commentary and critical video postings on the web. But in fact, it's all GOOD. I am blessed to have the water. Blessed that I don't have to risk my life to find water. Blessed that I don't have to walk miles in the heat in order to fetch a pail or two. Thank you for fixing my neighborhood water main oh burly men. I have enjoyed your company this summer. I have been humored by your coffee breaks and horseplay. Now it's time for you to close up the hole, pave the road. And for the love of all things holy, turn off the orange neon blinking sign near my kitchen window!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
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Ever since late June my home has been on a bi-pass for water. That means that I have a garden hose running from a connector on the street over the curb, onto the sidewalk, and snaking through a small hole in my fence. The hose is connected to a rickety water spicket running into my home. Supplying my home with plenty of water to flush, bathe, and at times waste. I am not really complaining, just saying, that I have been receiving "free" water all this time. The noise coming through my windows all summer has been at times aggravating. The dust and dirt built up on my windows, home and any other surface near the dig, has been, shall we say, less than Martha Stewart clean. The heavy equipment, jack hammering, road closures, and minor inconveniences, like a blocked driveway, have at times caused me to fall into moments of vulgar commentary and critical video postings on the web. But in fact, it's all GOOD. I am blessed to have the water. Blessed that I don't have to risk my life to find water. Blessed that I don't have to walk miles in the heat in order to fetch a pail or two. Thank you for fixing my neighborhood water main oh burly men. I have enjoyed your company this summer. I have been humored by your coffee breaks and horseplay. Now it's time for you to close up the hole, pave the road. And for the love of all things holy, turn off the orange neon blinking sign near my kitchen window!
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They are lucky you have such a positive attitude. You could have been friending them on FB and then posting pictures of their butt-cracks while they are working.
ReplyDeleteOr. Maybe you just didn't think of that.