It feels like it has been an endless eyesore and detour. If I need to go from the east village to the west village by car, or even by foot, I need to think through my route.
Going west, P Street is a disaster. Some days I can straddle the rails with my wheels, but most days I have one rail and some pocked cobblestones to maneuver. I have learned to inch along because the bottom of my car is starting to look like Swiss cheese. And when I get to 34 street or 35 street and want to turn north or south...well, sometimes I shut my eyes and hope for the best.
O street is not any better. And the poor transit riders waiting for the bus need to revise their bus stop locations and perhaps their plans.
Even when I am not driving, signs of the construction are everywhere. Heavy equipment is nestled where neighbors normally would park. Pipes and bricks are stashed for the next phase of the project. Signs about parking and dangers are rampant.
I am waiting for the first real snowfall. I cannot decide it that is going to camouflage the mess or just make it crazier. With all respect to Bette Davis, "hang onto your seats, it is going to be a bumpy ride"!