This morning, I heard some tapping of metal outside, and the little guy thought he'd be a character and mimic someone using a hammer as we heard each tap. Cute...until Dan told me who it was outside and I caught a glimpse of the equipment they had on hand.
It began with some much smaller holes running all up and down our sidewalk...
....and ended with the small earth mover they brought moving...well...earth and freshly poured concrete:
Gee, doesn't this look familiar?
The impressive number of no uncertain four-letter words emanating from these guys when they reopened the hole and saw what a crappy job was done the first time around was stunning. Have they really done it right this time? Hey, subterranean gas line repair experts, let me know:
All this fuss when our house no longer has any gas lines running into it. Let's hope this stops it smelling like it still has those lines. Otherwise, we may have a different sort of warmth going in our front rooms...
Happy hollerdays, everybody.