How did I end up under house arrest? Well, it started innocently enough about 8 years ago when we purchased a retirement home in a lovely new condo community. All the units are one-story and semi-detached, with lots of yard and green space. We love it.
The problem? There is only one entrance for about 120 homes. The road comes straight in and then loops around to form a giant circle. All the houses are located on cul-de-sacs that branch off that one road. That one road, however, is now desperately in need of repair, and laying down asphalt or sealing coats required a work and setting period during which no one drives or walks on the pavement. Uh-oh!
The homeowners association spent all last summer trying to schedule re-paving, but the weather never cooperated. It is going to take eight days of sunshine. This year, we got the weather--it's dry with low humidity and 100 degree temperatures and is scheduled to remain that way for at least a week, so paving is on! The crew is working on one section at a time (we're #3), so Monday and Tuesday, we could get out of the neighborhood by using a small emergency exit at the back of the complex. But today's our day.
We awoke at 6:00 AM when a growling machine entered our cul-de-sac to clean debris off the pavement. That resulted in all sorts of stuff flying around and bombarding the house. The cats were terrified; I was annoyed. They have just applied a narrow band of sealant on every edge of the pavement. Now our section is completely blocked off from the rest of the world. If we had to get in or out, we could go out the other door and hoof it on the grass around the hilly perimeter of the complex, but the car stays put in the garage for the duration.
And now we wait for the big trucks and rollers and spreaders to arrive outside our back door. After they finish our section this afternoon, we will have to wait another 24 hours before we can drive or walk on it. Until then, no mail, no newspaper, no garbage pick-up, no other deliveries.
In some ways, I expect to enjoy the enforced stay-at-home time. I can run around the house in the frumpiest outfit I can find, with no fear of an unexpected visitor. However, due to some health issues over the past two weeks that resulted in a massive and nasty rash, I am on a steroid pack this week.
Carolyn on steroids is not a pretty picture -- a hungry insomniac, with a low tolerance for the normal irritations of everyday life and a loose tongue that blurts out whatever I happen to think.
If you happen to remember us during the day, take pity on my husband, the cats, and any telephone pollster who happens to dial our number.