I'm not quite sure how this even happened.
I mean. . . the roads around town are a MESS after the winter. Giant potholes. Open canyons down the center of lanes. Huge chunks just out of the roads altogether. Washboards. We're driving on washboards.
But here in my neighborhood . . . pretty much tucked away and not traveled except by the people who live here and the people who visit the people who live here . . . we've got this going on:
Yep. Our perfectly fine, pothole-free, entirely drive-on-able neighborhood streets are being completely resurfaced.
We've got scrapers and dumptrucks and smoothers and all manner of beeping back-up vehicles clogging our streets.
We even have a couple of sign-guys. Which is kind of humorous . . . because we don't really have much traffic here, and I think we can all figure it out, y'know?
(This guy hasn't directed a single car in the hour I've been keeping watch.) (His partner at the top of the hill did nearly fall over with grand gestures trying to get me to turn left . . . when I was just trying to turn right into my driveway.) (Really, Guy. This is my driveway.)
So. Here we are. Major street hassle in the 'hood.
I don't know how this is a priority, given the state of the main roads.
But there you go.