Shenanigans of the poop tardis
March 8, 2012 § 2 Comments
It has become increasingly difficult to get into our driveway lately. Actually, thanks to the City, we don’t technically have a driveway. During the roadwork that is taking place in front of our farmhouse, our driveway has disappeared. For a week, we’ve been driving onto our lawn to get home. Meanwhile, the workers have torn away our driveway, replacing it with a giant hole. Yesterday, a giant cement truck came, and poured wet cement into the hole (I had an urge to carve my initials into the wet concrete, but Dave is not as fun-loving as I, and he quickly vetoed that idea). On Monday, our new driveway will be ready for cars.
In case you hadn’t noticed, the poop tardis is now in a new position. It was recently relocated from very close to our front door (awkward) to its new place next to our narcissus flowerbed. This makes sense, because if you’re familiar with the overly stinky smell of narcissus, you know that their powerful smell is so much stronger than anything else (even poop). One early morning last week, in my bathrobe, I went outdoors to check on the dogs and drink my coffee. I came face-to-face with one of the workers exiting the outhouse. He was uncomfortable, and so was I. It was just strange. In a way, it was also oddly comforting, because Dave told me that the workers were pooping in our rosebushes next to the duckpond…it’s good to see that they’re using the facilities (primitive that they may be). Personally, I think I’d rather go to the toilet in someone’s rosebushes than in some tin box next to the road.
We have six more months of this fun before the project is finished.