The Wall (A Prelude)

It might be imaginary, but it might be real. "Real" seeming city engineers are at my house while I write this. They are supposed to be "inspecting" the house to prepare for the building of the wall. Of course, they were supposed to come on Tuesday, SPF stayed home to meet them on Tuesday, they never did come on Tuesday, and he had to go into work late. Oh, and they were supposed to be there today an hour and a half ago and just arrived, but at least it is not another completely lost day for SPF. This city is just the worst, least organized, most frustrating group of people that I have ever had to encounter. But maybe now, five months after the initial crack in the pavement, something is being done about it. We shall see.