Tuesday, May 4, 2010

No Way...it's gotta just be talk, right???

First off, for my mom, here is a delicious-sounding Rhubarb Crisp shared over at Mennonite Girls Can Cook.

Now, I've given up counting.  I'm just going on with life and presuming that even men like to gossip and tell tales.

Walked down to the gorge there in the road, you know, just to see if maybe, maybe, maybe, they had brought a culvert in.  It's about 1/4 mile down and around the bend in the road, at the leading edge of our property, so they could have brought one in and we not know...right?

No.  We'd know.  The lab and the shepherd mix would certainly know.  As far as they are concerned, the entire road is their private property, so anyone even thinking to walk on it is alerted to the fact they are on the wrong ground.  No, no culvert is going to sneak in here.  The dogs, as well as the fact that I have children DYING of curiosity to watch road construction, are gonna let me know as soon as the wind blows in that direction. 

The neighboring property owner (just a field and some hunting timber) was down checking out the damage.  He works for the county water, as well as being one of the precious few with a backhoe around here....which the county routinely rents from him.  He said the culvert is supposed to come in tomorrow.

Sounds like good news, right?  I mean, I've been sitting here waiting for just that news, right?  See me happy?   


What you see, or would if you were here face to face, is one overly ticked off momma on a mountain.  He continued to say that while the culvert will be brought in tomorrow, they will not be working on it until Friday at the earliest.  FRIDAY.  Six days after the disappearance of the road.

I'm spittin' nails.  I'm spittin' bolts!  He must be just talking.  Friday is just beyond ridiculous.  Maybe on an empty road they might look at Friday, but a residential road?  No way.  He's just talking.

Come Saturday, if there's barely a road back in place here I'm having a raffle/give-away.  I'll be giving away just under 20 acres of prime clay-covered slop on the mountain here.  They can form a man chain and move me right on over the culvert-ready hole in the ground and I will move back to some semblence of normalcy somewhere else.

1 comment:

LizBeth said...

How many days till Dewey gets home?


Jeremiah 6:16
Thus saith the LORD, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.

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