As I usually do when I'm out of the house at night, I phoned home last evening to tell my husband I was heading back from Rochester. He was happy to report that they had paved the street so I could park in front of our house. Not in my driveway mind you, but at least on the street in front.
There has been a "reconstruction" project going on on our street for over a month now, and for the last week and a half we have had to park on surrounding streets around the block. UGH! Don't get me wrong, I'm all for civic progress. Never mind the constant clouds of dust, the noise and having to trudge through ankle-deep puddles (did I mention they ripped out the sidewalks too?)
It's not the worst inconvenience in the world, unless you forget the insignificant fact that your car is parked a block away and your trunk is loaded with 13 bags of groceries, four jugs of laundry detergent and one case of bottled water!
Maybe next week they'll have the driveway level with the new curbs so I will be able to pull into it. In western New York we may have snow before then.
Won't that be fun?
