When we bought our house (in 1985), our fence went to the neighbors' garage. Their garage was part of the set of barriers that kept our dogs in our yard for the last 29 years.
Their garage disappeared on the 25th. Until their new garage is in place, we'll have to take the dog out on leash. Every time he needs to go out. Sigh.
(They're rebuilding on the same spot, but for some weeks [at least.......] we will be taking him out on leash. Every. Single. Time. At least it's not the dead of winter!)
Early on the 26th he and I went out. He made a beeline for the workers, who probably have cookies, don't you think?
Bert is not the kind of guy to ever miss out on a cookie because he didn't ask.
So he had to ask. Tragically, they had no cookies with them.
He feels this is a poor excuse. Monkeys have thumbs, after all, and if they don't have cookies on them, they can easily get some, no? Sadly, I made him come back to our yard, so he could do what he needed to do, and go back in the house.
One good thing that happened is that the workers asked me if I wanted them to take away the trunk and bigger branches that remained from the top of the tree that fell on our telephone wires a week or so ago. You bet I did!
Apparently they often have trouble with neighbors who don't want vegetation removed near construction. A bunch of small trees near the neighbors' garage need to be removed, which is fine with me. Those trees planted themselves; I have no attachment to them.
It was nice of the workers to take our fallen bit of tree away; we'd been operating under the assumption we were going to have to take the time/energy to saw it up into small enough bits that the city composting pick-up would take it.
Later in the morning, on the 26th, there was a great deal of noise. A GREAT deal of noise. Like "Shake my house?!" noise. Banging and booming.
I hadn't realized they were going to remove the slab. (When we rebuilt our garage, we kept the old slab.)
They were breaking up the slab, and dropping pieces of it into a trailer.
This particular piece was big enough that it needed to be broken up before it went into the trailer. It didn't want to break. He picked it up and dropped it on a pile of other chunks several times, and whacked it with the shovel.
It was all too noisy for me, so I went inside before he succeeded in breaking it.
(I wonder how much that piece of concrete weighs...............)
Meanwhile, back in the study..........
One advantage to being hard of hearing is the ability to sleep through commotion.
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