Eight months drag by slowly when we're talking about construction of a new home from the ground up. Last December new neighbors broke ground on the lot they purchased directly across the street from our house. The older home had to be demolished and hauled off in pieces allowing for the construction to begin in earnest. As with most annoyances like these, when the end is near, the days become almost unbearable. The noise, the trucks, the dust, the congested parking that has been going on for months has suddenly worn down my last nerve. I'm left to stew, fret, and try to fast forward myself into next month (at least mentally) when this mess will be over and we'll have relief from workmen, power tools, and the god awful vehicles that accompany them to the work site.
Seems as though seeing a pile of mulch has got to be a good sign that they're winding down to the final bit of business; landscaping. Please, oh please, let that be the case.
Meanwhile because of this monstrous garbage bin (named Re-Nu) that gets switched out several times a week by an enormously noisy, smelly, obnoxious truck, I can't park (safely) in front of my own house anymore. I have to drive up onto the grass parking strip to allow vehicles to pass in the street. More than once I've come close to a dinged fender by a someone trying to maneuver between this garbage receptacle and my parked car. Sigh.
Let's get a move on neighbors. Enough already.