Several months ago, the lot across the street was cleared for six concrete pads.  In the winter, a group of men poured a driveway, sidewalks, and steps.  Then all the concrete just sat for a bit.  Just after all the neighborhood children began to assume the driveways was perfectly for their tricycles and soccer balls, a crew arrived one early morning and began framing six houses, all at once.

Slowly, our sunrises, once gently filtered by a tiny forest of large oaks, has now become filtered by a forest of 2×4′s now four stories tall.

Once the walls come up, we won’t be able to see the sun come up at all.

Yet there is something very funny happening here.  This is our house from their second story, the living/dining/kitchen (a bit higher than ours):

This is from the third story, their master suite.

Cute living room, they’ll say, but I see a futon, are you grad students?

From the fourth story, my house is tiny; from the from the fifth story (with deck!) our house will be smaller, still.

I think I need to finally order some window coverings, or perhaps audition for The Truman Show.

Easy to see that somebody didn’t clear the table.  What a shame, it’s a great spot for product placements, don’t you think?

Kirby construction peeks over the trees: