Monday, October 10, 2011

Other Worlds

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…

12 comments:

oreneta said...

That is an astonishing approach to a problem, though I do have to love it when people think outside the box like that, we'll rather far inside it in fact.

It should get quieter as the trades switch out to electricians and painters...so maybe not a full 6 months.

Sherry Smyth said...

Where there is a will, there is a way!!!

Glad they took down that dead thing for you...and hopefully the headaches will ease as the other parts of the reno continue!

Trish said...

Hooo boy. That sounds like quite a project. You'll have to post the 'after' pictures for us when it's all done.

Gorilla Bananas said...

I don't get it. Do they crawl through that basement tunnel or are they dwarves?

laughingwolf said...

bloody weird... what planet they from?

Juliette said...

My money's on the wife too, though I think she's being optimistic!

nursemyra said...

Hope the noise doesn't go on for too long

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

Sounds miserable for you. That is a rather round about way of doing things. If I want a swimming pool, I'll look for a house that has one (or buy a blow-up kiddie pool).
I hope you have powerful ear plugs, Beth.
xoRobyn

Psychgrad said...

I can't even imagine what the final product will look like. At first, I thought this was the house that had the truck run into it.

Zhu said...

I'm still always surprised to see so many Canadians building swimming-pools. They are expensive to build and maintain, and let's not forget the fact we don't exactly live in a topical place.

I guess they can always double as a mini skating rink in the winter...

Your neighbours have good problem-solving skills regardless!

Cipriano said...

That gaping hole in the basement wall reminds me of the last time I put an entire bottle of Habanero hot sauce in my lasagna casserole and the next day when I sat down on the toil...... no, never mind.

Barrie said...

Great photo!!!! I have neighbours who began building on an empty lot. There was noise. There were machines. There were piles of material. And, then....it just stopped. And,now, it's quite the eyesore. May the husband be right! (in this case ;) )