|I figure I'd get the positive stuff out of the way before I lose y'all on the rant. They are Nurture shoes, style Cedar in nutty, but I call them my Mexican hippy shoes. They are awesome with jeans and my maxi dress.|
Now for the Rant:
Everyone hates it when they are sitting on the highway in bumper to bumper traffic while work crews block off three out of four lanes. Imagine that road crew tearing up your entire neighborhood. That's how I've been living since June and it's old. It's real old.
They have jackhammered the entire street on my side, dug down about five feet and left us having to walk half a block down in order to find a spot we can use to cross the street and then walk down another half a block to one of those houses where the neighbors gave up on Katrina recovery and left for greener pastures, or in this case a place with streets.
Yeah I know they said it would take 10 years to put this place near where it was before Katrina. I understand the streets need to be redone before that grant or whatever runs out, but geez did you people in the Government Building have to wait until the last minute and have to do everything at once? Didn't you realize that a fire truck isn't going to make it around a one lane corner and a canal? I guess we could call the neighbors together to carry the fat heart attack prone guy around the corner to the ambulance. D. down the street said we all need to pray and carry mo-jo bags in order to prevent fire. I said we all just need to get extra long hoses so that we can reach each others' houses.
|Yay they filled in the hole! See the pickup? That's my car on the other side. See the red outhouse? Thats where I have to walk down to cross the street. It's the same in the opposite direction, except that the outhouse is green down there.|
Yesterday I drove through the neighborhood where the parish president lives; not one orange cone; not one hole. SIGH. I guess it could be worse. The construction guys have been really nice and friendly. Lol they helped me unload my pumpkins today. It was funny to watch a brigade of 3 hardhat construction worker warriors jumping into and out of the trenches armed with my pumpkins. I'm just under 5' and over 40 so there was no jumping on my part. Okay, better. I can face another day of loud machines and walking a block to my car.