Really Big Pothole
Jun. 21st, 2006 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
livingdebNear the border between my property and my neighbor's, a pothole has been evolving. It started as a normal pothole, then got to be a pretty deep one.
Then our street was resurfaced, which seems to mean that a thin layer of tar was poured over the surface, and then some fine black gravel was poured over that. It's very pretty, except that tar-covered gravel sprays all over everything whenever you drive down the road. It's been months, and I still won't let my friend drive her fancy car on my street when she drops me off after we go to the gym.
But at least the pothole was fixed. Until it reappeared.
Then one day it looked like someone threw in some hot asphalt very messily to level it out. But then the area slowly sunk and collected water. Birds loved it!
Today I got home from work to find my road blocked off in front of my house where a hole was being dug in that spot. A hole about four feet wide, twelve feet long, and ten feet deep. (Now that's a really big pothole!)
I thought to myself that it's a good thing I don't want to drive anywhere because I don't think I could get out.
I came in and started cooking dinner. Right when I was attempting to wash a little raw egg off my hand is when I learned that I had no water. I used bottled water.
Later I heard noises; it looked like they were scraping all the residual dirt back in the hole before going home for the day. I don't know where the main dirt is; maybe they're storing it where our old southbound entrance to the highway used to be, behind the no-pedestrians sign. Dirt is often stored there.
I wondered if we'd get our water back. We did.
So then a guy knocks on the door. Can we move my car? Yes. Robin could anyway.
So then there's another knock on the door. Can we move the truck a little further away? They don't want to damage it with their heavy equipment.
Now a dump truck has come. They are refilling the hole. On one side. And tearing it bigger on the other. I don't really get it.
Just as Robin was turning on the shower, we learned that we have no water again.
Well, that's all you get to find out for now because it's about time for us to go to our dance lesson.
**
Broken thing at work: none!
Then our street was resurfaced, which seems to mean that a thin layer of tar was poured over the surface, and then some fine black gravel was poured over that. It's very pretty, except that tar-covered gravel sprays all over everything whenever you drive down the road. It's been months, and I still won't let my friend drive her fancy car on my street when she drops me off after we go to the gym.
But at least the pothole was fixed. Until it reappeared.
Then one day it looked like someone threw in some hot asphalt very messily to level it out. But then the area slowly sunk and collected water. Birds loved it!
Today I got home from work to find my road blocked off in front of my house where a hole was being dug in that spot. A hole about four feet wide, twelve feet long, and ten feet deep. (Now that's a really big pothole!)
I thought to myself that it's a good thing I don't want to drive anywhere because I don't think I could get out.
I came in and started cooking dinner. Right when I was attempting to wash a little raw egg off my hand is when I learned that I had no water. I used bottled water.
Later I heard noises; it looked like they were scraping all the residual dirt back in the hole before going home for the day. I don't know where the main dirt is; maybe they're storing it where our old southbound entrance to the highway used to be, behind the no-pedestrians sign. Dirt is often stored there.
I wondered if we'd get our water back. We did.
So then a guy knocks on the door. Can we move my car? Yes. Robin could anyway.
So then there's another knock on the door. Can we move the truck a little further away? They don't want to damage it with their heavy equipment.
Now a dump truck has come. They are refilling the hole. On one side. And tearing it bigger on the other. I don't really get it.
Just as Robin was turning on the shower, we learned that we have no water again.
Well, that's all you get to find out for now because it's about time for us to go to our dance lesson.
**
Broken thing at work: none!