This was the first sign that Saturday was going to be THE day.
The pipe that had to be replaced was in the middle of a busy street.
This seems like a lot of work for little-old-us.
For most of the time, cars could pass, one at a time. But for a while, the road was closed completely.
We were without water for a few hours. But when they turned it back on, I turned on the hose, the washer, dishwasher, and Scott showered. No problems. And that, my friends, is miraculous.
Today we get grass.
I call that progress.