D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

[weofodthignen]

In the rain, the scaffolding removal guys' flatbed truck pulled up across the end of the driveway at 7:15. Then it went away and the port-a-potty service truck pulled up in its place. While the housemate continued to sleep, I saw the service guy, enveloped in rain gear, lugging the port-a-potty down the driveway. He applied the hose and then hoisted it onto the back of the truck—I didn't see how—and was away. Back came the scaffolding truck, and by 7:50 they were gathered in the driveway, also wearing rain slickers, confabulating. By the time I woke the housemate, pieces were starting to be passed down, and they quietly left after a couple of hours. We no longer risk beaning ourselves when we use the door into the driveway, and the door to the patio on the other side of the screen room opens again. After the housemate went to work, I hunkered down with the dog to await the cleaners. Who never showed. Maybe they came while the scaffolding demolition was going on and were scared off.