Last Friday we found a little blue tag on the door from the Department of Public Works, announcing that our street's surface will be treated "tomorrow." The notice went on further to state that if we wanted use of our vehicles for the day, we'd have to move them out of the driveway and onto an adjoining street by 6:00 am. Oh, yeah... and that the schedule will be delayed one day in case of rain.
We decided (correctly) they weren't really going to pave on a Saturday, but Sunday night I was a good girl and moved my car onto an adjacent street. Monday it rained, so nothing happened, and last night I parked my car around the corner again. Today we got another notice saying they are coming "tomorrow." So for the third night in a row, I parked on Dead End Avenue. I was surprised the other morning to be marching down the road towards my car in a line of other women doing the same. It was kind of funny.
I shouldn't complain, I guess, since our street is getting repaved. Although, frankly, I'm not sure it needs it. There are lots of other streets around the city in much worse shape. Plus, they did Dead End Ave last week or the week before and it was super stinky for days and days. The DPW can't be blamed for the weather, but still: I just wish they'd hurry up and get it over with already. I thought I was done parking on the street once we bought this house.