Our amusement for the week . . .
To get back to our subdivision, we take this road that winds through a business park, becomes a frontage road for the Interstate for a few hundred feet, then takes off at an angle from the Interstate back toward our subdivision.
The road has always been . . . interesting. In about a mile of road surface, stretches of it are maintained by three different government entities--two different rural townships, and one incorporated city. And as far as I can tell, the three entities really dislike one another. Like to the point of driving their snowplow with the blade up THROUGH the snow of one section to plow just their area of responsibility.
I don't know if this week's amusement is related to that.
On Monday, I noticed that just at the point where the responsibility switches from the city to the first township, there was a construction horse sitting in the middle of the road. I didn't quite see why the horse was sitting there, thought that maybe there was a minor sinkhole forming there or something (unfortunately minor sinkholes are also a feature of this particular road).
Yesterday night, there are two horses. Sitting on each side of a chunk of concrete, maybe about half the size of a basketball. A chunk of concrete that *I* could have picked up off the road and moved to the grassy side without straining myself. I kind of pointed it out to C and said WTF?
Tonight, there are three horses, now on the right side of the road. Not OFF to the side of the road, just as far as you can get to the side and still be on the road. The half-basketball size chunk of concrete is sitting nestled against the curb, surrounded by three construction horses. If it had been lifted 4 inches up, it could have been ON the curb and off the road.
The road has always been . . . interesting. In about a mile of road surface, stretches of it are maintained by three different government entities--two different rural townships, and one incorporated city. And as far as I can tell, the three entities really dislike one another. Like to the point of driving their snowplow with the blade up THROUGH the snow of one section to plow just their area of responsibility.
I don't know if this week's amusement is related to that.
On Monday, I noticed that just at the point where the responsibility switches from the city to the first township, there was a construction horse sitting in the middle of the road. I didn't quite see why the horse was sitting there, thought that maybe there was a minor sinkhole forming there or something (unfortunately minor sinkholes are also a feature of this particular road).
Yesterday night, there are two horses. Sitting on each side of a chunk of concrete, maybe about half the size of a basketball. A chunk of concrete that *I* could have picked up off the road and moved to the grassy side without straining myself. I kind of pointed it out to C and said WTF?
Tonight, there are three horses, now on the right side of the road. Not OFF to the side of the road, just as far as you can get to the side and still be on the road. The half-basketball size chunk of concrete is sitting nestled against the curb, surrounded by three construction horses. If it had been lifted 4 inches up, it could have been ON the curb and off the road.