Well, the landscaper's demolition crew worked for a couple of hours in the rain, calling it quits around 6 PM. This is reasonable.
They piled up a montrous mountain of wood scraps that were once my deck, which sits in the shadow of the higher mountain of cement that was once the old garage pad, various sidewalks in the back and the patio underneath the old deck. Both piles are high a forboding, and awaiting ferrying away to a dump or recycle centre soon.
Lazy Gnome uses the word "ferry" purposefully: the torential rains out there now will force anyone trying to get near those piles tomorrow to use a boat, a special boat that floats and navigates through rivers and lakes of mud...no doubt over night the cement pile will glisten its cleanliness in the moonlight should the clouds clear, having been showered all these hours by loving Mother Nature. argh.
In short, every drop of rain that pummels down now melts away LG's waning optimism that this project will ever finish. There is no way they will be able to operate their wee bobcats in that gumbo in the morn...
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