It's been well over a year since we won our battle with Dumpster Man. It was peaceful in the early morning hours without Dumpster Man banging and waking up the neighborhood. Please note that I used the word "was" - as in past tense. There's a new battle in The Compound right now, and I'm afraid there's going to be some casualties from this one. Last week, starting at about 4:00 in the morning, we've been bombarded with extremely loud dump trucks zooming up and down the road in front The Compound. It took a day or two of investigating to find out that the dump trucks are going to and from the park/boat ramp on the banks of the Ohio River about a quarter of a mile from The Compound.
Now, I'm all for people making a living, and I'm especially happy if they're working and not content to sit back and let the government take care of them. But we're not real happy with the dump truck people right now. It started last week; we'd hoped it was maybe an isolated incident, but they kept on zooming past our home in the wee hours morning after morning. This week, they've stepped up their efforts, and are doubling up - so now instead of hearing one big loud truck at a time, we can hear two of them.
We haven't gone down to the river to see what they are actually filling in with dirt; Mom said that with as many trucks that have roared past the house, they've probably filled in the river by now. All I know is we were all three a bit on the cranky side yesterday from being roused from our long end-of-winter nap. We're not as cranky this morning, thank goodness, for today is our annual Spring Fling at the Glory Of Rome. When we planned this overnight trip a month ago, we were excited about the thoughts of having a great steak dinner at Legend's and then hopefully winning a few dollars. But now, thoughts of steak and jackpots have gone on the back burner; now we're excited about getting to spend the night at the hotel, far away from the dump trucks.
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