Several weeks ago, before the Craziness (ie, pandemic) they started work up the street on the new highway. All kinds of amazing trucks and construction equipment suddenly appeared, almost over night. If I could have, I would have taken my lunch and a fold up chair and headed up the street to watch the show. It was entertainment at it's finest. The excavator and dump trucks were in full swing 5-6 days a week for 10-12 hours a day. Not to mention the bulldozers, backhoes, and steam rollers.
Add to this entertainment, we knew that this meant our little street would soon be closed. Our street would no longer be used as a race track. YIPPEE! People were always in a hurry to get to the top or to the bottom. Who knows what the great allure was. Wait, I do know. It was a straight shot to both, without other cars to slow you down or a cop to stop the fun.
I have been so grateful to these construction guys I decided to make them some cookies. It's so corny and cheesy, I know, but I honestly couldn't think of any other way to tell them thank you. Thank you for the entertainment and for speeding up the closure of our little street. I honestly sound like a fun sucker, don't I? A tired fun sucker.
My brain was taking a hiatus on the day I made the cookies. I put them in a tupperware and marched up the street with my great gift. Tupperware!? Tupperware?? Who does that? What about the good old trustworthy Ziploc bag? Oh my!
I handed out a few cookies and then left the TUPPERWARE by the port-a-potty so everyone could get one. Another brilliant idea.
The next day when I went back for the TUPPERWARE it was no where to be found. No where. Somebody needed the cookies AND the TUPPERWARE. I was kind of bugged.
So for a week or two I quit going and watching the show. And progress.
Finally, my curiosity got the best of me. I had to go see what was going on. I waited until the workers in their big trucks were done for the day. There was still plenty of daylight so Willow and I took a walk along the west side where they had made a berm and you could see east over the huge expanse they had excavated over the last couple of weeks. What a view!
We climbed down from our perch and went over to the east side. There was still a worker guy there but I wasn't too concerned. We walked past him and he started coming up to Willow and I. I figured he was going to tell me not to be there any more. He said he had a question for me. What? I told him it's me who should be asking questions considering all the amazingness that was going on. He asked if I was the one who made the cookies? What?? Yup, that's right, he had my TUPPERWARE! Cleaned and ready for a refill. He said he had taken it because he was worried one of the trucks would squash it.
What do cookies and TUPPERWARE have to do with rocks, you ask?
The construction guy met Brad after I left and somehow put the two of us together. They got talking about the pile of rocks that hadn't been taken away yet. And were they going to use them for something else? No, they weren't because they weren't all the same size. Our neighbor had already gotten a few for his garden. Josh (the nice cookie construction worker-foreman dude) said we could have some and if he had time in the next day or so, he'd use his front-end loader and bring us more.
Which he did the next day. And not just a few. A LOT!
How amazing is that? Who knew that a pile of rocks would be the outcome of my weird cookie idea? People are so amazing. And good.
Now I'm not sure Josh was telling the truth about the TUPPERWARE and the cookies. But he was such a nice guy I couldn't help but believe him. And bring him a refill.
This time in a Ziploc bag.
