Sketch Week 5, # 1

I walk up stairs to do my reading homework for elements as the landscapers start to redo our walk in front of the steps. They start with shovels and pickaxes, which seems normal. After about a half hour of reading, I come down stairs because the house is vibrating, to find in shock, a mini backhoe on our front lawn and no fence. My mom said, “ The walk was thicker than they thought.” That’s an understatement. After about an hour of trying and failing the mini backhoe reaches over the walkway and pries up the cut out sections of the walk and flips them over onto the dirt, which used to be grass, as of yesterday. The walk was about, a foot thick, maybe a little more. Whoever made it had put a layer of rock down and poured way too much cement over it making a walk that would survive an earthquake off the Richter scale. Great, now we gave admissions another thing to watch and ask us about. The landscapers now start using their destructive pavement cutter, with looks kind of like a chain saw, except with a circular blade to tear up our driveway between the garage and the house. I can’t wait to see what their going to tear up next, after their lunch brake. Not.