Uncertainty

The Boy and I came home yesterday to a note pinned to our door. We thought we were in trouble for not getting around to mowing (again) last week.

Instead, it was this:

Alley work, starting later this week and going on for who-knows-how-long.

Literally who-knows-how-long. Did you catch that part of the notice?

Weather permitting, work will end: UNKNOWN

As my friend, S, would say, I like to have parameters.

An unknown timeline - unknown number of days with the trash sitting in front of the house, along with yard clippings (if we ever get around to mowing) and all of our vehicles.

If the City doesn't know how long it will take, what hope have we?