Broken road

It's been just over 5 weeks that I have lived

with strangers on my street which comprises

3 homes, and an elementary school.

Yes strangers with bulldozers of all shapes and

sizes, screeching worse than any imagination

or comprehension. The dig, they break (my friends

you the reader) can't or won't know the meaning

of breaking asphalt, cement, 80 years old water

pipes, that supply at least a mile in circonference,

but my neighbors believe that's not their problem

or care for my miseries.  Who do you call or

complain, not the workers - there are doing their

job, the city - well those pipes needs to be replaced

without asking our advice how to do the work

with as little of inconvenience as possible to the

taxes payer.  No sir, they just show up and start

at 07:00 sharp on a darn monday morning.

And this is how I FEEL ...