Beirut

As of late, our quiet little neighborhood has taken on the air of a spring-time market…in Beirut. It seems like the state of California fiscal situation is not so precarious that they can’t afford to replace every water and sewer pipe in the neighborhood.


As construction begins, I get to enjoy not only neighborhood streets that resemble any given road in Posey County Indiana [PoCo for life], but ALL of my work calls are now accompanied by the symphony of dump trucks, jack hammers and….wait for it….Molly in a constant state of ape shit.

And just to get us off on the right foot with all of this construction, the orange-vested men were in the front of the house yesterday with a camcorder filming our yard, porch and driveway. Imagine looking up from your morning coffee to see some strange man filming the front of your house. [America’s Most Wanted?] It turns out they were just making a record of the “before-scape”. [Nothing says “mass-destruction” like the need to FILM the yard that you soon won’t recognize]. Throughout the duration of their 10 minute movie shoot, there’s a little white dog hurling herself at the screen door while barking herself into hysterics. Make sure you get THAT on tape.

But at least they waited to shoot the scene until I started my third quarter conference call With. Half. The. Company. One of my friends asked why I didn’t just put the call on mute…but it was MY conference call. So I conducted the better part of the meeting while teetering on the edge of the back porch, trying to shout over the dog locked in the bedroom all while not taking ONE more step lest I fall out of range on the home phone. On the afternoon iteration of that same call, the CEO kicked it off by asking if my dog would be joining us for THIS review. Good times.

And they haven’t even started construction in our yard yet.