Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Okay, so I don’t take great pictures but can you see the backhoe and the pile of rubble in the one? (Click to enlarge if you can’t get a good view of the rubble.) And then there’s that sad looking hollowed out attic in the other. I wasn’t able to get a picture of the jackhammer in action – didn’t want to get that close.
This demolition work is being done two houses away. My entire house shakes and shudders while it’s going on. The wretched LOUD noise and thumping ka-booms start at approximately 7:00 a.m. I can hear & feel them now.
This is what I’ve been listening to for the past week and a half while writing/working at my computer. I amaze myself with my powers of concentration or I’m simply writing dribble and will come to that realization when I read over the hard copy.
Aside from the fact this is a pain in the ass (and ears) to live with, it’s also kind of sad. Well, it’s sad to a sappy-sentimental someone such as I. Yet another tear-down in the neighbourhood. Another charming home bites the dust (literally) to make way for a mini-mansion. Dear lord, some of these newly built homes actually have little turrets! For what? To watch for the approach of enemy forces?
Some have itty-bitty porches off the second floor master bedroom. Aesthetically pleasing? Not to me. And I have never seen a single soul on one of these porches. Can’t imagine why the owners wouldn’t want to watch the local traffic or take in a road hockey game while sipping on some wine. How romantic would that be?
Yes, the character and appearance of my neighbourhood are changing. Of course, so are mine. But at least I’m not sporting turrets. Yet.