On the way back from the gym this morning (where I had my first class with Yuki the cutest, most diverse, hyperactive water aerobics instructor ever) we turned onto the road that runs behind our house and saw a 100 foot geyser of water coming from the unused stretch of scrub land that runs between our back wall and the road. It's clearly land reserved for road widening some day. About once a year they run big machines around and look like they're going to pave it then they disappear and we have another year of the busy street to Rio Rancho being 20 feet further from our house. Which is fine by us.

So this gusher. Yeah looks like they were doing something to that unused land because somebody seems to have hit a water main. We had no choice but to drive under the spray that was being blown around and not only were we showered with water but pebbles too. It was scary. Then we turned onto our street and saw the water streaming down our road and going right into the yard, front porch, and probably the living room across the street. It was a river of that vanilla caramel latte-colored new mexico arroyo water - going down my street. Gee am I glad we bought the uphill house.

I assumed the water wouldn't be working but no it's still on. And I went to check twenty minutes later and that gusher was still going. No one had turned off the main and construction workers were just standing around. Complete waste of water. I saw a few teenaged girls from way down the street heading over there with shovels I wonder what they were going to do. The dirt here isn't exactly suited for dam-building.

Now I can hear a bunch of trucks rumbling around there I wonder what they're going to mess up now.