Nine Months And An Early Morning Baby

After nine months of enduring heavy equipment grinding our streets to a pulp, rattling our houses, kicking up enormous clouds of dirt and grime, parking those behemoths in front or along our streets for entire weekends, yelling, spitting, portolet toilets as neighborhood fixtures, pipes, trucks and general lethargic work standards, the boys of summer showed up this morning at 6:15 AM on a Saturday in November, to begin paving our streets.  Nine months almost to the day. 

For me, just about any event is exciting because I do not have a job and well, I am very bored.  So, I hauled out of bed, started the tea and coffee and hurriedly moved our cars to the church parking lot.  I took a few photos, predawn as the circus began to assemble...

 

This is the piece of machinery that grinds the old road to bits and sends the crunched up asphalt into

the waiting dump trucks.

 

 

These are the dump trucks, lined up down Claremont out to Yulupa.  A steady stream, it was, as if, the circus had arrived overnight.

 

I must say that it has been a long haul and only half done, they will be back on Monday and Tuesday to grind the other half of Claremont and Colorado, lay new asphalt and hopefully end this relationship somewhere in the vicinity of the end of next week. 

 

They work hard and I am envious that they are employed.  It is a boy's world as there are no women heavy equipment operators nor nary a female truck driver.  They do as they please though it does appear to be coming to an end three months shy of a year of coupling.  They will  not repair our landscaping nor hose down our sidewalks.  An army of dirt, grime, testosterone and gusto will move onto someone's neighborhood for the next phase and another street's takeover.