Good Samaritans

It was a strange sort of day... cool, for April, a little damp with passing moments of sun...just passing moments.

So, I worked outside; slowly turning the old garage foundation (three sections: the largest...and most deteriorated...in the middle. I had previously broken up most of the concrete in the right section so I spent the morning picking up the pieces and piling them on the side of the fence by the railroad tracks. THEN I felt guilty about it but was too tired to undo the pile. At that point, this happened to come by:

{This is a track maintenance vehicle...one of several following each other...this one appears to clean up after the other ones that dump and "tamp" ballast between the ties} I chatted with the driver, a young man from Virginia that works with the maintenance contractor, for a while. As he left, he said something to the driver of a ballast spreader. As they left, he opened a wing of the spreader and pushed the pile of broken concrete all long the side of the tracks for about a tenth of a mile!

That afternoon, the two neighbors to the north of the house came over to help remove one of the brick posts on each end of the property...which stick into the adjacent driveways and have become a hazard to navigation. We dug down a foot...then two...then three. The thing (to our dismay) has a four foot base...probably more than the house does! Mike (top, right) tried to pull the post out with his truck only to have the line snap. About then, another good samaritan showed up...this one with a backhoe;

His name is Jay and that's about all we know. Jay picked up the four foot post with ease and deposited it in a hole in the backyard where it will become the base for Joyce's sundial at the center of the herb garden!



Maybe he was an angel?
Almost as good, he said he was a plumber!












Well, we know a contractor who is going to work on the kitchen and bathroom...we've decided to keep the laundry room downstairs instead...just too much trouble moving it upstairs in an old house (and nightmares about leaks).

Cya next time! Deano