I woke up at 6:45 a.m. this morning to the sound of the huge backhoe in my frontyard. That was pleasant. I think I would have preferred to awaken to the sound of birds or a waterfall, but oh, well. The city is rebuilding our road. We don't have one right now. They tore it all out and they are putting in new storm drains and curbs and everything. When they got to the houses on our block they figured out they had to rerun our sewer lines because they aren't low enough. Thus, on Saturday morning before 7 a.m. the backhoe in my frontyard fired up.
We were going to get up at 7:30 anyway because we had to run Peggy to Chicago. She is going to church camp this coming week and today was the best time to take her. She is staying with friends over the weekend. Anyway, Mark went out and was talking to the workers about the sewer line when OOOPPS!! They tore up our water line. A geyser shot forth from the ground and the water in the house quit flowing. We were blessed in that we were going to be gone most of the day.
When we got home around 6 this evening, we had a brand-new water line and the backhoe is sitting idle for the remainder of the weekend.
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Bless your heart Terri. Construction can be such a pain when you have no control over how fast it progresses. It'll be better in the end. :0)
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