Today is the day, according to the advance warning bulletins, that my street and sewer line destruction and reconstruction is to begin. We have been notified and told to get our cars off the street. For the past few weeks, we have been subjected to the roar and clamber of machinery and incessant beeping on the next street over, where the road has been dug up and now, temporarily, filled over the frames for our new sewer pipes and such. These are worthy projects, as, I'm told, the present sewer lines are well overdue for replacement. One cannot overemphasize the importance of timely replacement of sewer lines, not to mention that the streets have been in horrible shape for many years as well.
As if in a preliminary show of strength, a couple of giant machines with forks on the front lumbered up and down the street in front of my house about 7:15 this morning in preparation for the big event, then disappeared. As of 11:10, they have not returned. Perhaps they were intending to scoop up any leftover cars parked on the street which on Friday was posted no parking and has, by this morning, finally been cleared of these pesky obstacles to progress.
Other than a big truck with word "vac something" on the side racing down the street a couple of times, the street is eerily quiet. I wait. With some trepidation I resolve to be patient and understanding during this upcoming time of trial. I shall then look forward to quiet evenings after work hours, when the frequent hum of lawn mowers will be relatively less intrusive to my tranquility - maybe.