Right before our vacation we received a letter in an envelope with
the words “Demolition Notice” on it that appeared mildly threatening.
Upon inspection it turned out to be a legitimate notice that the house
behind us would be demolished in the upcoming week. I was somewhat
disappointed to be missing this demolition, as I had visions in my head
a giant, cartoon wrecking-ball taking down the building.
The weeks came and went, with no demolition, until yesterday morning,
when a small crew of laborers starting having at it. By 9am they had
stripped away the second story, and when I got home there was only the basic frame of the first story left.
This
morning I think the crew will finish demolishing the first floor, and
by the time I get home I suspect there will only be the bare bones of
the building’s basement. Too bad I can’t make a video of the process
and speed it up to make it look like ants swarming over a carcass.
The bad news (?) is that I can longer eat breakfast in my underwear,
as the folks from the street behind us will be able to look straight
into our kitchen!
