As often happens, everything occurs at once. Yesterday the gutter guys had just arrived and were setting up when another truck pulled into the driveway and parked just beyond Sleipnir. "One of your people?" I asked the gutter guy. "Not one of mine." He replied. I went out to greet the man getting out of the truck. He leaned over toward me and said in hushed tones, "I'm here for the burial." Then he laughed and explained he was part of the phone crew that was burying fiber optic lines up to each residence. (I must look gullible 'cause workmen often play these jokes on me.) I knew they were in the area but not that they would work at my place today. He walked all over and painted red lines where there were buried electrical lines. Afterward he suggested that the buried cable would come up the west side of the driveway, circle behind Mjolnir, go between that building and the well head, and finish up on the side of the house where my internet feed currently comes in from the satellite dish. OK by me. I watched as he began cutting the line from the house, around the clothes line, past the well head, and started on the far side of Mjolnir. I stopped him. He hadn't marked anything where the sewer and water came into that building. He and his aide stopped, dug w/ shovels, and determined the pipes were more than 2 feet down so they should be good to go. Once he was beyond the bulding, he stopped by the house and asked that I make sure water was still running in both buildings. I had to use up the water in the pressure tank so took awhile. I walked out down the driveway where he had stopped the machine and said things look OK. I asked why they were stopped. Then I looked down and saw a chunk of concrete. Oops. Explained three years ago a cement truck had to dump its load in this spot but I thought only small pieces remained. He took the news in stride. Can understand now why it's taken so long for them to get fiber optics here if everyplace takes as long as mine did.
As often happens, everything occurs at once. Yesterday the gutter guys had just arrived and were setting up when another truck pulled into the driveway and parked just beyond Sleipnir. "One of your people?" I asked the gutter guy. "Not one of mine." He replied. I went out to greet the man getting out of the truck. He leaned over toward me and said in hushed tones, "I'm here for the burial." Then he laughed and explained he was part of the phone crew that was burying fiber optic lines up to each residence. (I must look gullible 'cause workmen often play these jokes on me.) I knew they were in the area but not that they would work at my place today. He walked all over and painted red lines where there were buried electrical lines. Afterward he suggested that the buried cable would come up the west side of the driveway, circle behind Mjolnir, go between that building and the well head, and finish up on the side of the house where my internet feed currently comes in from the satellite dish. OK by me. I watched as he began cutting the line from the house, around the clothes line, past the well head, and started on the far side of Mjolnir. I stopped him. He hadn't marked anything where the sewer and water came into that building. He and his aide stopped, dug w/ shovels, and determined the pipes were more than 2 feet down so they should be good to go. Once he was beyond the bulding, he stopped by the house and asked that I make sure water was still running in both buildings. I had to use up the water in the pressure tank so took awhile. I walked out down the driveway where he had stopped the machine and said things look OK. I asked why they were stopped. Then I looked down and saw a chunk of concrete. Oops. Explained three years ago a cement truck had to dump its load in this spot but I thought only small pieces remained. He took the news in stride. Can understand now why it's taken so long for them to get fiber optics here if everyplace takes as long as mine did.
No comments:
Post a Comment