The private road outside my condo and several driveways are getting replaced in my ‘hood this week. Which means I got to walk by a bonny pile of asphalt rubble when I walked home today! Silver lining? The “guest” parking spot I was forced to use is far better than the one in front of my condo! So shady…maybe I’ll just park there from now on!
When we moved in about nine years ago, my eagle-eyed dad made sure to comment on the fissures in the driveway leading to my condo.
“Be sure to ask if that will be repaired,” he said.
We didn’t bother asking, but alas, now it’s “supposedly” getting fixed. Oh the irony of finally having weather decent enough to be able to have all of the windows open and to be able to hear the industrial sounds of Bobcats and numerous gas-powered implements of destruction!
Should I ask if it’s OK if I play in the rubble?