On September 22nd I wrote about the road grader in front of my house digging up my sidewalk. “Of Course, When It Rains”. So now in November the road is finally coming to my house, I’ve taken onboard extra beer as my life has come down to this being one of the most exciting things to happen up here on the mountain in the last 13 years. I’m telling you this is bigger than when city water was installed, or even more momentous when we got trash removal, what I’m trying to explain is that this is phenomenal.
I almost don’t believe it, but in November large piles of grava (Gravel) were deposited on the left side of the road effectively making it extremely difficult to park my new old car in my own driveway. I’ve often wondered why it was not called a parkway. But you might thing I’m grousing about that minor inconvenience, but I’m not, I’m so happy about the new road that there is nothing that would upset me. But alas I might have spoken too soon.
I see the engineer working on a small road off of my road (No Name Street) and I ask him when they will start at my house, my reason for asking was not that I am in a rush, but more to the logistics as to where do I put my car while they are blocking in my parking way. Please wait Mr. Thompson we are not sure yet. It was my turn to scratch my head. But even if my new old Honda is trapped in the carport for a few days, I’ll happily live with that. Hey folks, I’m getting a new road after all these years.
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So you may ask, “Hey Paul so what’s the big deal about some tarmac in front of your house? The big deal is dust from the old road that covers the front of the house and prevents me from keeping my car clean and shiny. Every time a Trike speeds by, dust is spread in every direction and covers my neat orderly world with a thin layer, and prevents me from sitting on my wall out front for most of the year except the rainy season; well then the problem is being splashed with mud besides the falling water.
Friday 9 November, the road crew arrived and started work, setting up metal forms down one side of the road and bringing in the bags of cement. The cement mixer was rolled into place and by all that’s holy I never saw such productivity. These young guys were professionals who jumped to the task at hand and never let up. I sat on my wall watching them and they worked in a group, but keeping an eye on me. It was getting hot and I had a bottle of water with me, but it dawned on me that these guys had nothing to drink. I have a 5 gallon water dispenser we use for parties, so I went into the house and filled it up with a bottle of mineral water and ice and brought it out for them. You would have thought I had just parted the Dead Sea, with the looks those guys gave me. So with a thank you from the guys, they all drank their fill.
The foreman shows up and questions the workers as to where the water came from and they pointed to the old Kano sitting on the wall. He came over and thanked me also, and asked if I could let them hook up their water hose so they could mix cement. I told him yes but I did need a small favor. When they will be done with the road there would be a six inch high drop off between the road and my driveway, is there any way that could be corrected. I received a smile and a nod of the foreman’s head, and a bigger smile when I said I’d pay the water bill. I knew he was funded to purchase water, and I just gave him a Christmas bonus.
So the work is ongoing, and the New Old Honda is trapped in my carport until the road is done. This was not caused by poor planning as three people had already given their permission for me to park at their house. Remember that permission stuff from last week? If I really need to go anywhere there are Trike’s and Jeepney’s every 2 minutes.
The guys are joking with me about me taking pictures of the work, so I explained about writing a story about the road for Bob Martin’s blog called LiP. They liked the idea and started posing for the camera.
Here is a warning, if you are smoker, do not, I repeat not take out a pack of cigarettes in front of a road crew, one pack gone in 60 seconds.
One week and the road is done, now the six inch drop between my driveway and the road is cemented by the guys, as I did provide the water, both for the crew and the mixing of the cement. My water bill will be large
So all is well and good you think? Nope Paul is involved; I was informed that my car would be locked up for another two weeks while the cement cured. So with permission of the road crew I sneaked it out of my carport and moved it to a friend’s land. It will come home the first time I see a local drive up the road.
But all and all I’m pleased with the new road, and the hard work the guys put into it. Mayang fed them Pancit on the day they finished working, now they are moving off to the next project. But I made a lot of new buddies. The neighbors now bring chairs and sit on the road in the evening and yack-yack the night away with Mayang in the middle, of course.