We hear beep, beep, beep all day as the earth-movers shove dirt around on the vacant lot two doors down. I guess this is better than the hammers and saws we’ll hear soon. The cats are fascinated though, by all the action over there, so it keeps the little rascals occupied part of the day.
My husband tried to tell the builder who pooh-poohed him off until they hit running water about eight feet down. He had to change his strategy, so now they’re bringing in loads of rock to beef-up the building pad.
The owner wants a pool. This isn’t a good idea as we’re in a drought situation right now and once it gets rainy again, water stands over there when it’s 115 degrees in July. No one wants to listen to us, so I guess the new guy will learn an expensive lesson down the road.
It’s still windy, warm and dry.