Man, if I was an eight-year-old boy!

 This would be really cool!  Great big machines! Flashing lights!

Dump trucks!  Stuff twice as big as cars!  Big holes in the ground!

Yeah, except that its the street in front of our house that's undergoing replacement of the storm sewer line.  So far, only one blown transformer for about an hour.  So far...

Being fall, the yard was aerated and reseeded last week.  Fine, except that the construction guys have their stuff all over it.  They were taking a break on Paula's nice grass at about 4 PM yesterday afternoon when the automatic sprinklers kicked in to keep the new seeds wet.  

They quickly decamped to the yard across the street, probably convinced that the cranky old people had turned on the sprinklers to chase them off.  No, it was just programed irrigation karma.

The sewer project is supposed to only take three weeks.  Yup, for sure.  Uh huh.  I'm figuring I'll be able to string Christmas lights on the backhoe parked in front of the house.  

Meanwhile, the new house next door gets turned over to its owners next week after eight months of construction, just in time for the next empty lot across the street to swing into full building mode.  

We need an eight-year-old boy to enjoy this!  For a couple of 60+ year-olds, it's not that cool.

We hope that your neighborhood is more boring for pre-adolescents.

Dave & Paula