November 7, 2006, unlike today, was grey and blustery. As I raced to the Lodge from one polling place to feed the dogs their dinner before heading to another polling place, I photographed wild turkeys on the march, and, very near our Lodge, the horses in this hilltop pasture.
The man who owned the horses divided his portion of the pasture into two house lots, which he then sold off to developers.
Now, that beautiful green meadow where the horses used to graze and the bobolinks bobbed looks like this:
It breaks my heart. Every time I go somewhere, I pass this hideous mess. Which could've been avoided.
Unfortunately, due to a grievous mistake on the part of the Planning Board, certain development restrictions they imposed on the lots didn't make it into the meeting minutes. Meaning the developers can do whatever they damn please on both building sites. (The other hasn't yet sold.) However, if the excessively steep driveway causes run-off that damages the town road (which it no doubt will) the developers or homeowners will be held responsible for mitigation.
I wish I could say the effects of my refrigerator-door-opening-accident are no longer apparent. At times my right wrist (and the attached fingers) are twinge-y and ache-y. But I can comb my hair and brush my teeth and play the mandolin and drive and wave at friends and tickle my dogs behind their ears and type like a demon. So I'm not worried.
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