Here’s how the construction looked a few days ago.
Building inspector Lewis on duty, thank you very much.
This is how it looks today: By noon, this much framing had been done.
The ****local*** builders were pouring concrete and smoothing it out until about 11PM last night. This morning, 6:30 a.m., we awoke to more machinery. Yours truly was NOT happy. I work and pay taxes for the right to sleep in on Saturday mornings. No wonder the foundation guys were working so late – who knew the framers would arrive at the butt-crack of dawn? With their electric hammers and mariachi music? I swore that I was going to follow them home and blast some good old fashioned PUNK music at them at 2AM. I’m sure they are bound to live nearish-by. Much like my other protesting neighbor and more on him below.
Lewis is severely depressed over the loss of his mouse-hunting grounds. Good thing he has a towel to lay on to help absorb the depths of his despair.
Seriously, I think he has been crying. Those look like real tears to me. Meanwhile:
Sterling voices his disapproval of the goings-on.
But watches through the window with interest.
Meanwhile, down the road a piece, the protesting neighbor is still at it – claiming he is putting in a hog farm on his property.
New additions to his property: More crates with mottos.
Such as: Hogs Make Better Neighbors …. (this would be SO true if you lived close to him, luckily we have some distance).
And: Multiple Bankruptcy Sty (my personal favorite)
Also: Muzzle the Bitch, Bitch.
And this gem: Calling me names makes you look more shrewish.
Can’t wait to see what happens next. I’ve taken to driving by every couple of days because I don’t want to miss any upcoming drama!