7:10 a.m. – I’m awaked by a horrible cacophony loud enough to penetrate the ear plugs I often sleep with. I groan, roll over and pull out the ear plug, ready to scream at and claw the eyes from whatever family member is making the awful racket. Then I remember; this is my new normal. Jack hammers and backhoes in the morning, right outside my bedroom window. Every. Freakin’. Morning.
The summer started with our neighbors replacing their siding. They, at least, didn’t start at 7:10 a.m. but waited until the more respectable hour of 9:00 a.m. The saws and hammering weren’t loud enough to bother me when I was inside doing something but did keep me from sitting outside on the deck in the mornings, which is one of the few things I enjoy doing in the summer. But, no big deal, I figured. They would be done in a few weeks and I could enjoy the sound of birds and squirrels once again.
Ha! Try jack hammers and backhoes!
Pretty much the day after the neighbors stopped sawing and hammering, work crews started destroying the sidewalk next to the cross walk by my house. (The sidewalk the county replaced last summer.) It’s gone on for weeks now, the early morning jack hammering and backhoeing. Days and days of it, with no apparent change to the area they’re working on. Then one morning I peeked through the blinds after getting woken up by my jack hammer alarm and was nearly blinded by the sun glaring off the god-awful yellow house across the street, the one that I couldn’t see before!
The workers had cut off all the lower limbs of the trees on the green belt, the ones we left there so we wouldn’t see the yellow house. You can’t tell in this photo, but the yellow house is color of the center line in the middle of roads. It’s hideous. And now I can see it from my windows.
We think they’re putting a lighted signal on the cross walk, which is heavily used by kids going to the elementary school behind my house. This would be a good thing if they would ever get to it. People drive like maniacs on my street and lazy parents insist on parking on the side of the street, blocking visibility of the cross walk. For years, I’ve expected to hear screeching tires, screaming and a thud as one of the neighborhood kids gets taken out by a speeding car. But from what I see and hear, it seems more likely this inefficient electric company is digging for oil, or maybe a creating a passageway to China. I mean, how much jack hammering and backhoeing is really necessary to put in a light pole?
School starts in three weeks, so I’m hoping they’ll be done by then. But I have to wonder will start up once this project is done. I heard chainsaws this morning which makes me very nervous….