This is Bossy’s view from her living room windows as various trucks dig and scoop and press and mostly idle in front of Bossy’s house spewing diesel waste on Bossy’s lifeless Impatiens. Who knew replacing a water main would take as much manpower and ingenuity as constructing the Maya civilization? Just like who knew that…
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Who Needs Water, Anyway?
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?” “Huhhhhhhhhhh?” The above is a recent sample of dialogue between Bossy and her auditory cortex as she struggles to hear the sound of her own thoughts. For the last week—and a month before that—a work crew has been situated directly in front of Bossy’s house in order to replace all of the water lines…