Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Holes.

Last month, we noticed that "they" (workers, from the water company, we think) dug a big hole at the end of the block.  A day later, there was another hole, about a block away.  A few days after that, they dug a hole across the street from us, on the corner of our neighbor's driveway.  It makes her turn out of her driveway so tight, that she can't get out to the street without backing up at least once.  About a week later, they dug one directly across, on our side of the street.  These big, deep holes have blue and yellow plastic fences around them.  I thought the neighbor's cat fell into one the other night, but it was a false alarm (thankfully, I didn't really want to climb down into a hole to rescue a three-legged cat.)

Last week, on our way out the door to go to school, "they" were digging more holes.  (This time, I know it was the cable company, he told me so when he asked me to move my car.)  They dug these holes on our lower sidewalk, next to where everyone parks their cars.  They jack-hammered through the cement stones and it was quite the ruckus.  But by the time I brought everyone home from school, everything was all put back together again.  But then the next day, they were at it again.  The same thing, they waited for all of the cars to leave, dug more holes, made lots of noise, and then everything was all patched up again by dinner time.

Our front walk is still a big mess of sand and dust.  But I'm actually ok with that, because it means it hasn't rained in over a week to wash it all away.  And a week in Belgium without rain, means we've had a lot of sun, and sun in Belgium makes everything more tolerable.

Today, they are jack-hammering away at the big hole across the street.  The one that has been sitting open for at least a month.  (But then again, there were a few bank holidays in there, who has time during  consecutive bank holidays to do any work?)  I hope they aren't making it bigger.    

What are all these holes for?  It is almost like they are looking for buried treasure.  But I'm sure it's nothing as exciting as that.  Just boring old utility work.  But trying to figure out the rhyme or reason to it is interesting....

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