Our neighbors are doing some kind of mysterious* (though everlasting, or at least it seems like it) home-improvement project that involves lots of big trucks and heavy machinery parked on our street all the time. But last night, the big trucks hit something the wrong way, because when I got home with the boys, there was a steady flow of water down the side of the street, and Mr. Neighbor was walking up and down the street, talking animatedly on his cell phone. Within an hour, about seven trucks and heavy machines had descended on our corner, along with ten or so water department workers, and the streets were flooded for a couple of blocks. Good times! They got some kind of big jackhammer truck to rip up our street (which, by the way, they just put in last fall!) and eventually stopped the flooding, but in the meantime, they provided the boys with entertainment that lasted for hours, and Loni with the challenge of where to park her car since the roads were closed (she ended up going down the alley and parking in our yard). The boys were a little shy about getting too close, but you can see them lurking around, trying to get a good look at the proceedings. As it turned out, the best view of all (no pictures, sorry) was from Max's bedroom, which offered a view straight down into the giant hole.
*Or, you know, it could just be mysterious because I don't want to go over there and ask what's going on lest I get sucked into uncomfortable religious conversations ("The problem with the Catholics is that they worship Mary too much!") or asked to do some work for them, both of which have happened.
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