It was a serious case of “you can’t get there from here.”
The little community we live in does a nice job of maintaining the infrastructure overall. Every household in the village pays ten bucks a month for things like snow removal, street light electric bills, and the like, and today, some of that money went to some paving projects.
The problem is that the steamroller, trackhoe, trucks, and workers were not exactly isolated to a single street. Getting around up here is a bit of an adventure.
The biggest repairs were taking place right in the middle of the intersection everyone uses to get on and off the hill. I actually felt sorry for the poor guys because they had to keep stopping and moving to allow the traffic to pass. They were also working in some of the alleys, including the one right behind our house.
It’ll be really nice having smooth roads again, but it’s so inconvenient while the repairs are underway. So I’ve decided that unless I have to go out, I’m just going to prop myself up on a nice soft sleep wedge and try to stay out of the way.
You don’t, by any chance, listen to “The Men from Maine,” on the Lorne and Wally Show, do you? That’s all I could think of when you wrote, “You can’t get there from here.” On another subject, what kind of quartet do you sing (play?) in? My husband and I are both music buffs. He used to sing full-time in a Southern gospel quartet and I love instrumental classical music. I hope you will visit my dog’s blog, “written” by her, of course
(Maybe you would be interested in my other three blogs, also: http://soulandsubstance.blogspot.com , http://urbansubsistenceliving.blogspot.com , and http://servingers.blogspot.com .)
Hi there, SS! It’s so nice to meet new friends. Thanks for stopping by.
Nope, never heard of the Men from Maine. That expression has been floating around in my family for as long as I can remember.
The quartet is called Power Surge. We sing Christian music only — except for the National Anthem and “Happy Birthday.”