You are all way too smart!
Yes, indeed, there is a school being built in my backyard. An elementary school, to be precise. And it is supposed to open (fingers crossed) in time for Cinderella to begin Kindergarten.
AND Prince Charming has (finally) said he's willing to teach there, if the new principal will hire him.
Can you imagine walking half a block to get to work every day? I can't, but Prince Charming will be able to, assuming he can get the job.
The worst part about this whole thing is that, except for my neighbors to the north, there are no houses between us and the school. There is only a big, empty, tumbleweed-filled lot behind us. Fortunately, we have a good, solid fence.
Today, we have two diggers working. I can't see that much is being done, though. They're mostly just moving dirt around and finding rocks.
Here's the water truck. This poor driver. All he does all day is drive back and forth, back and forth, spraying water on the dirt so the dust doesn't fly everywhere.
Look at that pile of rocks! That's nothing, compared to the pile they had a few days ago.
Here's the rest of the equipment. You can see the corner of my property and the highly effective, three-foot-high construction fence. This is not all good, people; not all good.