Cat and Dog

THAT'S not a cat.
It won't run and it doesn't want my sticks.
What good is it?

Apologies for yet another picture of Ozzie, but the paving project at the end of our street has made it effectively impossible to go anywhere. We did manage a very early walk this morning before work started, and what should we encounter on the fire trail but more construction! Compared to the parade of paving trucks this is a very modest little effort.

Despite the disruption, dirt, smell and noise of the road construction, it is rather fascinating. We watched the whole army mobilizing a couple of blocks up the street this morning--four or five dump trucks, a sweeper, a couple of dinosaur-like trucks and a roller which shakes the ground in passing. Dinosaur truck #1 rolls along chewing up huge swathes of roadway ahead of it, spitting the crumbs out the back into dump truck #1. Next in the parade is the sweeper, followed by dump truck#2 full of hot asphalt. Dino truck#2, completely coated in black tar and looking like it just rolled out of the seventh circle of hell, follows behind, spreading the pile of asphalt and the roller brings up the rear flattening everything.

This whole parade is accompanied by an army of workers in day- glo vests jack-hammering, shoveling, spreading and doing things that I suppose only a human being can do. In four hours all is quiet again in the neighborhood as the beeping, honking, shouting, belching line has receded down the road.

Tomorrow we hope to reclaim my car from North Bay Bavarian. Sounds more like a theme park than an auto repair shop.