There has been construction work on our tiny little street for months. The road is a total mess. Today, the construction extended from the road…
…to our front yard. Ouch.
I mean… we didn’t really need a front lawn, did we? No…
A lot of this was cleaned up after they replaced our gas meter and made sure everything was hooked up correctly. That’s nice and all, but I really want my street back. Preferably repaved. The potholes are lethal.
Inside the Red Head's Head 
This reads like a very relatable, slightly frustrating slice of everyday life told with a calm, almost resigned humor.
What stands out is the way you balance irritation with composure—you don’t over-dramatize the inconvenience, but you still let the impact land. The line about not really needing a front lawn has that understated wit that makes the situation feel lighter, even while it’s clearly disruptive.
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We had our gas meters brought outside the house last year. Your mess reminds me of our mess!
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