The dumpster was removed from the front yard today in anticipation of setting the forms for our driveway and walkway—oh, joy! I have been waiting for the day I could finally take a picture of the entire front of the house without the big red metal monster.
I kidded with the project manager, “You’re removing my landmark. How will I ever find the house now?”
Our flatwork plan has been stalled for a while because of HOA resistance to our request for some extra concrete on one side of the driveway so that we might more easily clear the security gate when it’s open.
Alas, it was not meant to be; the HOA wielded its almighty power, declaring “no,” and forcing John to revise the plan several times, including measuring the width of the car. At one point, we feared we might be forced to tear out the gate posts that had already been installed.
I wonder if those who felt such a burning obligation to micromanage our driveway’s width will breathe a sigh of relief every time they pass the house, believing they saved the neighborhood with their decision? This is what happens when people have too much time on their hands.
Okay, focus. Think positive: dumpster is gone…