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Men with Trucks

Across the street from our house there's a big, square reservoir encircled by a fence. Last week we noticed that the water level was dropping: it seems it's time for its annual cleaning. So today, finally, men with trucks are pottering around in the cold damp, attaching hoses to compressors, I presume to get ready to pressure blast the walls. I have a feeling it's going to be a noisy few weeks while they get this taken care of.

And an ugly few weeks, too. With no water in it, the reservoir looks sort of like a low football stadium draped in plastic, and it's the same grey color as the sky today. When it's sunny, it's really nice to have the water across the street, all sparkly and constantly moving. But when it's grey like this it just looks like a big murky mess. I suppose that's how it'll be all winter long, so I'd better get used to a somewhat dreary view from this window. It'll help me get more work done, right? Plus, most of the time it'll be dark, anyway. Sigh.