I have new next door neighbours – a very nice family. They’re not moving in until renovations and improvements are completed. (The husband predicts February - the wife, April. My money’s on the wife.) While the noise is horrendous, I find their reno process intriguing. I’ve seen many renovations in the neighbourhood, but never anything like this:
In order to gain access to the backyard, they dug through the basement! How odd but ingenious is that?! (Well, I think it is or I wouldn’t be writing this post.) Demolishing the garage wasn’t an option – won’t bore you with the details as to why. This underground access appeals to my sense of fantasy – it’s like a secret passage to another world! However, I can see that other world when looking out my back windows and right now it’s not a pretty sight.
The crew is clearing away just about every bit of vegetation to make way for new landscaping and a swimming pool! Personally, if I’d wanted a swimming pool built I’d have bought a house providing easy access to the backyard, but, hey, to each his own. Imagine the digger machines (or whatever they’re called) and the cement getting through that passageway?
It can be done!
That “tree-eater” made it through. (Jeez, I wish I knew the names of some of these machines.) Can you spot the seemingly dead tree branch hanging over the fence? It belonged to me. I didn’t even know it existed until the crew removed all the massively overgrown cedar trees on the other side of the fence. When asked for my permission to remove it, I said, “Hell, yes!” Good thing they asked because, quite frankly, I could have lived with the view of that branch for years before spending any more money on “repairs” around here.
The vegetation in my back yard took quite a beating from those old cedars – stunted and weird shaped growth. One of my sons suggested I have the worst of it removed. My response? No. If they managed to survive despite being overwhelmed by those cedars all these years, they deserve to live – in whatever shape.
Meanwhile, the noise continues – as do my occasional headaches from the kabooms, pounding and screeching machines. But I am such a nice neighbour. No complaints. Yet. Six more months to go…