L.M.A.O.

 

Tuesday morning they were banging on our door at 7:00 in the morning.

They wanted us to move our car out of our driveway.

 

Here they are banging out one single piece of cement slab

 right smack in the middle of our driveway entry

 because it had a tiny crack in the corner.

What a bunch of crap !

 

This production line moved like a well choreographed dance troupe.

 

I will explain while Sandy catches Pokemen...

(and I'll explain that later).

 

Every twenty years, cities replace sidewalk slabs that become cracked, or raised by tree roots. The cost of this is passed on to the homeowner. The city (most all cities), also make a very big commitment to their love of trees, and that all trees are so important that they take precedent over the trees constant uplifting of sidewalk slabs. What What? 

 

This means that instead of them removing their trees from the curbside, they elect to make homeowners pay for new sidewalks every couple of decades.

Sounds absurd, but true, as I can attest that Terry and I have lived in three different houses in the last ten years and we have had to pay for this ridiculous ritual in every home.

 

Now, back to the fun...  

 

Ooh, it's lunch time for the troupe.

 

It was pretty impressive, how they did our entire block in one day.

They remove slabs, dig out tree roots,

 lay framing, tamp down dirt, pour concrete,

 level it, spritz it, put up barricades, and they are gone.

 

Two slabs by the tree...

 

The corner is not done yet. (That will be more fun on another day...)

 

Three slabs down the front sidewalk.

Oops, what happened here?

Some mischief?

 

We went down to the city hall to pay our Summer property taxes,

 and I showed them a picture of what some little hooligans did overnite,

 to one of our slabs of fresh cement...

 

(LMAO means laugh my ass off).

 

They took note of it and said that we were not alone

 and they have to replace multiple slabs

 due to vandalism throughout the neighborhood.

 

Whatever...

 

I want to say something else here,

 but it would contain alot of swearing, so just forget it.

 

Meanwhile, in the backyard...

 

Ha ha, you dirty rat.

 

L.M.A.O.

 

 

As for the Pokeman... (pronounced Pokeemon).

This new game has taken the world by storm;

it is the summer phenomenon of 2016.

In a nutshell;

the game uses GPS tracking to place Pokemen in different locations.

You are forced to walk to these locations to catch Pokemen,

 and to catch Pokeballs in order to feed your Pokeman.

It turns out that there is a "Pokestop" right outside our backyard gate,

which is causing a lot of traffic and congestion.

 

Lucky for us, we can get our lifelines right inside the gate.

 

Ergo, Sandy sitting back there waiting for "Pokeballs".

 

I have collected more Pokemen than her.

 

I'm such an idiot.