Tuesday afternoon a police officer knocked on the door at work (we are right next to the police station) and nicely asked me to move my truck. The city workers were trimming the trees on the street and they didn’t want to wreck the truck. No problem.
Wednesday evening when I left, I noticed there were signs on the street saying not to park there on Thursday. I park in the off-street parking lot, so I thought I’d be fine.
Nope. Thursday morning at recess they came over to ask me to move my truck because a house was coming.
A HOUSE!
I grabbed my keys, moved the truck and hollered to the kids to LINE UP! WE ARE GOING TO SEE A HOUSE ON A TRUCK!
It was awesome. The truck moved super slowly and the workers were amazing. The children sat safely on the sidewalk and cheered (thanks to my urging) that ‘This is the best parade EVER!’
As it happens, this is Beth and Harold’s old house. It was by the hospital but the hospital bought their property and moved the house one lot over. Then the greedy hospital wanted that property, so this house had to be moved far, far away where it can finally grow roots and be safe. (Sorry. I’m tired and a little punchy.)
It was cool seeing the underside. The workers who were underneath were adjusting things so that…. I don’t know why. They were just walking underneath a moving vehicle and we were busy telling the children that this is something they should never, ever do.
The exciting part came when they needed to raise the house up so it would clear the fire hydrant. Apparently they can’t run both hydraulics at the same time, so that house started tipping toward us, but then it leveled out. Good way to go – smashed by house.
Goodbye, little house. Make someone happy and keep them warm and dry.