Last week, I was happy to return to (brisk) walking the developed trails that follow the outskirts of our prairie city.
As I was walking along one of these trails, I looked up to the side and saw this big new build. I can’t begin to guess the square footage of this three and a half story house that looks over a trail by the river.
I couldn’t help thinking, “I wonder if they’re installing an elevator.”
Is my age showing?
Yesterday, when I walked to my downtown physio appointment, I came across a new structure that has popped up right smack in front of a major bank. It’s around two vehicles in length and is quite narrow. There may be a plan for a little patio, but it’s at an intersection at what’s often a high traffic area, so it would be a less than pleasant place to stop for a coffee.
Why this was allowed in an area that already has limited parking and in a spot that should be designated as handicapped parking, is way beyond me.
I’m normally a person who is excited and positive about anything new in our little prairie city – this thing … not so much.
Hubs and I enjoy hours of entertainment watching squirrels, and that’s a good thing because our little prairie city houses a large population of these frolicking and mischievous little critters.
Radically Retired 