Hemmed In

The house on the north was sold and has a single guy living there. Hardly ever see him. I did notice as I drove into my driveway yesterday that he put curtains up. Way to go, 'guy'.

The vacant lot to the south now has a basement poured. This morning in fact, I wondered if I was going to be able to get out of my drive. There was a crane set up and two, count them, two cement trucks backed up to the crane. The crane had a hose attached so they could guide the cement where it needed to go. I did make it out to work. If they are still there when the garbage truck comes, I imagine my can will not be emptied today.

I have to walk the dog at 6:30 now because the workers are on the job by seven every morning. Oh the joys of living in a construction area.

I think I need to move to Mexico and live on the beach in a grass shack and eat coconuts or some other fruit. Right. I am sure all the beach front land is crowded.

Enough complaining! I love my house and am anxious to get grass planted and the fence finished!