Lose a vote, gain a driveway
We had an inch or so of rain early this morning, which was not great news for Dave and our paving crew.
There were a few inches of water sitting in our walkway and parking area -- nothing I'd ever seen -- though Dave was determined to get the pavers in today.
Declan and Ted scooped water out to the street with shovels, and then they brought in a tamper I could feel as a foot-massager from the porch.
The sun came out, the ground dried -- and then the truck from Mama's Rock and Sand (just behind the smut store near the Navy station at Boca Chica) pulled up.
I had to go off to the HARC meeting, but by the time I came back at the end of the day, they'd almost finished it.
Remind me never to judge anyone on first appearance. That little yellow-and-black blob at the closest edge of the driveway waffle is a laser level -- the highest tech to give us the best result on our driveway.
Besides, Dave, Deco and Ted are all ready to discuss any element of Ulysses or The Wake.
Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa, birthing our driveway.
1 comment:
hey that little weather tracker--not so little, eh---is downright mean. i mean not that there's a mean bone in your body. but sweetheart we are feeling balmy in the teens here, the blizzard just ended. there's ice and there's snow and there's more snow. and there you are there, with your accuweather weather tracker, blaring the fact that it's 78 and bright yellow sunny. then you show us that little map with the ocean all around. do you know what we'd give for a little ocean right about here? oh my. thank you so very much for posting the paradise report. what's next? sun balm commercials. if you'd like to see conditions around here, just close your eyes and think white white and more white. xoxoxoxox your very own snow baby....
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