Driving into my neighborhood last night, I come up the hill and come upon a very unexpected scene.
Generators.
Flood lights.
Tents set up.
White vans and trucks.
Police directing traffic away from the intersection.
It looked like a scene out of the X-Files - unfortunately Mulder fell off my Top-5 and I didn't have his digits handy. Wasn't clear what was going on though. A fire? A murder?
There was a detour set up through the neighborhood - kind of a whacky route really - to get to my house. All a long it were no parking signs from 9/26 to 10/4. Wow - that's not an unplanned thing. I get home and Deb & I walk over there.
Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.
What, we couldn't get Flavor of Love?
It's quite a setup. They've got almost three blocks completely blocked off. Just a massive amount of equipment and trucks around. Lots of tents set up in people's front yards, all kinds of wires running everywhere. Quite a few locals standing around scratching their heads. Rumor is they're not even letting bikes through. Grrrr....
The detour isn't terrible, but it is a little awkward and goes down some pretty narrow streets which now are getting way more (two-way) traffic than usual. A few days wouldn't be too bad but I'm already starting to get salty about this. I can only imagine what I'm going to think about it next week.