As do two dump trucks and a spot-weld
It was 50º on Monday when I ripped out the final pieces of the old house that I wanted to keep for posterity, sale, or use elsewhere. 50º, by my standards, is bloody summer weather. (I wear shorts at 40º.) The sun was shining, my shirt was off, the sweat was beginning to roll. It was a glorious day with bright hope for tomorrow. What Tuedsay was to bring (besides the promise of a track-hoe to tear the house down) was the forcast of 6-12 inches of snow. It never amounted to much more than a couple of inches on the groundâ€â€more where the house is because, well, because there’s always more snow there. But still, can you imagine 50º one day and cold enough to snow the next? Only in my little neck of the woods and a few little places somewhere near the Polar Cap.
On another rather strange note, one of the reasons that the track-hoe didn’t show up, besides the snow and a broken spot-weld on a trailer, is that a dump truck driver in East Fishkill has somehow managed to overturn two trailerloads of dirt on the same road within 5 days. It just so happens that the track-hoe is up the same road and the dirt on the road has caused a bit of a transportation problem. It seems, though, that these troubles are almost over. As far as I can tell at the moment, the track-hoe should be arriving sometime today with destruction commencing tomorrow.
Heck yeah!