So 'twas on a Monday morning that the gas-man came to call

[sovay]

Because I hardly ever pay attention to it as a holiday, I always forget that Patriots' Day is so geographically bizarre, by which I mean that since it is tied to the Battles of Lexington and Concord and the Battle of Menotomy it would make much more sense if like Evacuation Day it were functionally a Boston-area holiday or even celebrated only within Massachusetts and Maine and instead for some reason which may just be nationalism states as far-flung from the original thirteen colonies as South Dakota and Florida have since gotten in on the act. Around this time of year in the late eighteenth century, the colonial observance would have been Fast Day, which as a ritual of atonement must explain the stapled packet of pages popped through our mail slot this afternoon to notify us that for the next ten to twenty-four weeks we can expect construction every day on our street starting indefinitely soon. At least now I know what the serpentine pile of plastic pipe at the top of the street has been doing, taking up three parking spots. I am neither morally nor scientifically against the installation of a new gas main, especially since the cast-iron pipe being replaced is delicately described in the city materials as "vintage." I just want to sleep ever again in my life.

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[thisbluespirit]

Oh no! Roadworks! <3

[sovay]

Oh no! Roadworks!

Right? The worst. One of it!

[thisbluespirit]

They've been attacking me for the last two days! Yesterday wasn't so bad because they just dug a hole round the corner and then went off and painted ominous yellow patterns all over the road hereabouts, but today they set up camp at the end of my little street and dug that up. But they've been gone for a while now, and I have hopes that tomorrow they'll go and dig up round the other corner, because they look as if they plan to. idk what they're doing, though. If they sent a note round, it was ages ago and I recycled it in denial anyway.

[sovay]

Yesterday wasn't so bad because they just dug a hole round the corner and then went off and painted ominous yellow patterns all over the road hereabouts, but today they set up camp at the end of my little street and dug that up.

Oh, no. May I hope they have done their work around the other corner and moved on?

[thisbluespirit]

Not yet! But I am being much more disciplined about putting earplugs in, so I'm managing, if a bit miserably and grumpily.