Today it's hard to believe I am the same woman who dragassed around last week. And I wasn't doing it because I was lazy; I literally needed time to get mobile, and when I did mobilize, it hurt.
I hope I'm not jinxing myself by feeling so jubilant.
Right outside our front window, a new park is being built. It's a park to house the National Fallen Firefighters' Memorial, and I'm sure that when it's finished, it's going to be wonderful and amazing. Right now, it's a bit noisy, but that comes with city-living, and dusty, but that's been the case since we moved in because of all of the from-scratch building that's going on. More apparent than noisy though, is the puzzle we're having, tracking the progress.
First, they came in, put up fences and signs and pounded the ground from one end to the other---a space big enough for an office building---then, they brought in machines that broke up the ground, trucked off all that soil and dumped truckloads of what I can only hope was different soil in a bunch of little hills that started to grow grass. Next they moved all the soil to other places and began digging a long deep trench; meanwhile, on the other side of the property, things like rebar and concrete started multiplying while we were out, and in came a construction office in the form of an incredibly ugly trailer, now planted 20 feet from our front window. The portapotty, thankfully, is down at the other end of the property, but one suspects it's going to get moved at some point.
Oh, I know it's going to be beautiful. I've seen the maquette and watched the very moving ground-breaking ceremony. I just wish it were going to be beautiful sooner.