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monkey5sThree hours, broken up, of sleep was not enough for me to get up and go grocery shopping this morning. I had already put it off yesterday for the same reason. And if I can only get dozing naps in the morning when I should get up but don't have to be at work until noon, well.
Except there was heavy machinery noise in the neighborhood this morning, close in the neighborhood. I finally gave up trying to nap, and got up at 9:30. That's when I realized that the heavy machinery was right outside my house. I did not recognize the trucks, but when I got to the front door and opened it, the guys were digging postholes in the public strip in front of my house. I asked what was up, they said they were doing maintenance on the gas line. Something about a small leak at the junction box in the intersection. No worries- they'd just dig postholes in three places and then run the new pipeline through, connect it up and be done. Oh, and would it be OK if they parked the dirt from their excavation to the junction box in my side yard until they were done?
Riiiiight. No worries.
So far there are five different trucks, the bucket loader, a backhoe, a trailer with pipe on it, and two guys walking down the other street (the one beside my house), and conversing about lines and junctions and how they only had maps for this intersection, but there was something down here at the next street they might need to do something about, too...
I didn't recognize the trucks because the local gas supplier contracts out their repair work. I told the guy he was welcome to dump the dirt in my yard, I have nothing precious to preserve anywhere on the grounds. I almost asked if he would leave me some of the dirt, but I need garden soil, and what they are digging up is good old Ohio clay. THAT, I have plenty of.
I also see that the aggravating busybody neighbor from down the street has been there to interview them in detail. She just now bustled back down the street, so they should be able to get their work done without kibitzing from the sidelines.
And who knows? THIS TIME the repair might actually solve the occasional gas leak smell that that intersection has had for years. I didn't bother to tell the guy about that- over the years, they've had gas sniffers out there whenever anyone calls it in, but since it's a random burp of smell every few weeks, no one has ever been able to find something to fix.
Whups, I just heard yet another truck pull up further up the street. I'm just glad they haven't actually managed to block my car in- I have to leave for work here shortly.
And I am far from feeling alert and refreshed, but the construction has gotten me a little more awake now. So it's all good (so long as they don't inadvertently cause a gasline disaster, yanno?).
Except there was heavy machinery noise in the neighborhood this morning, close in the neighborhood. I finally gave up trying to nap, and got up at 9:30. That's when I realized that the heavy machinery was right outside my house. I did not recognize the trucks, but when I got to the front door and opened it, the guys were digging postholes in the public strip in front of my house. I asked what was up, they said they were doing maintenance on the gas line. Something about a small leak at the junction box in the intersection. No worries- they'd just dig postholes in three places and then run the new pipeline through, connect it up and be done. Oh, and would it be OK if they parked the dirt from their excavation to the junction box in my side yard until they were done?
Riiiiight. No worries.
So far there are five different trucks, the bucket loader, a backhoe, a trailer with pipe on it, and two guys walking down the other street (the one beside my house), and conversing about lines and junctions and how they only had maps for this intersection, but there was something down here at the next street they might need to do something about, too...
I didn't recognize the trucks because the local gas supplier contracts out their repair work. I told the guy he was welcome to dump the dirt in my yard, I have nothing precious to preserve anywhere on the grounds. I almost asked if he would leave me some of the dirt, but I need garden soil, and what they are digging up is good old Ohio clay. THAT, I have plenty of.
I also see that the aggravating busybody neighbor from down the street has been there to interview them in detail. She just now bustled back down the street, so they should be able to get their work done without kibitzing from the sidelines.
And who knows? THIS TIME the repair might actually solve the occasional gas leak smell that that intersection has had for years. I didn't bother to tell the guy about that- over the years, they've had gas sniffers out there whenever anyone calls it in, but since it's a random burp of smell every few weeks, no one has ever been able to find something to fix.
Whups, I just heard yet another truck pull up further up the street. I'm just glad they haven't actually managed to block my car in- I have to leave for work here shortly.
And I am far from feeling alert and refreshed, but the construction has gotten me a little more awake now. So it's all good (so long as they don't inadvertently cause a gasline disaster, yanno?).
