(The pool was completely drained yesterday. When we lived down in Florida, that came with the risk that the ground pressure from below would push it up and damage the integrity of the concrete. I guess we will see).
Well, there is an upside to all this. I think. I am not talking about anything political. That is so toxic at the moment I am just going to ignore it.
At least the demolition has begun, which is the critical point in getting it, and the reconstruction done.
Spike and I moved Joe’s patio table over to my side of the ornamental shrubs yesterday, and The men showed up his morning with their big truck, and the trailer, and the cement crusher, and Leo the Engineer was out there looking at the pool and they cut the chain link fence and it is going to start.
(The truck, left, that brought the tractors and crusher is going to make parking problematic. The chain link fence has been breeched to provide access. Management told us not to use our ground floor exits for the duration of the project).
I asked Leo if they were going to crush the concrete on mine, and if I needed to clear everything off. He said “No, they are going to stop at the edge of Joe’s. Funny. His looks fine, but I will leave this to the professional crushers and pourers.
Ann from upstairs hit me up on ChatHead to say that she has an unobstructed view of what is about to happen. The guys are putting up black plastic cloth to mask some of the dust and debris that are going to be flying, and there is word that they are going to Demolition chew up the patio decks starting with my neighbor Joe, and down past the little efficiency I used to own.
It is going to be ugly here for a couple months. And noisy.
Nice day, though.
I got my brother delivered to DCA yesterday for his flight home after what he called The RamblerQuest. It is his story to tell, but I recently did a drive in the Panzer on the stupid mini-spare that was much longer than I liked and had me white knuckled all the way. His drive north was a nine-hundred mile epic, punctuated by rain, wipers that did not work, and fake white walls that separated from the tire and began to thrash the inner wheel-well at speed.
Now comes my part. I am going to be getting right on it. All we have to do is get the car plated in Virginia and then get it to Indiana, where it belongs….I love white knuckle driving…
(The claw of the crusher is visible to the right from my forbidden foray onto my patio. They are crushing away now, cutting a line just beyond the tile at the edge. No naps until the project is done).
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