Hill Update

Well, it's high time I provide a visual update of the destruction of the last green space in downtown Seattle. The hill is carved away and they have dug down at least 2 floors worth of dirt below street level. I'm thinking that might be a parking garage.

I apparently have the best view of this whole thing from my cubicle because several times a day coworkers wander in and out to look out the window. They're nice about it, you know, but they don't want to just look, they want to talk - and they all want to talk about the same thing... wow, that thing is deep, wow, it's really muddy since it's been raining, wow, amazing how they can do this, etc. I can hold my own in the admiration of this big *&%! hole, but I'm afraid some of the beauty of the whole thing is a little lost on me. Sometimes I think one of my coworkers is going to cry, he's so smitten with the construction process. I feel sad that there wasn't a Bob the Builder when he was a child.

Currently things are at a mid-afternoon standstill - except for the guy who just walked into the National Rent-a-Fence port-a-john (Honey Bucket to you Texans). I think I'll start timing how long they spend in there. You know, as quality assurance feedback for Turner Construction. I hope their neon orange vests bring a vestige of hope amidst the deep darkness and despair of a port-a-john in the dark Seattle winter.