Cindy called me last night and said she thought the Mayan temple across the canyon was on fire--we're pretty sensitive about fire. Then we realized that the neighbors had installed a long horizontal fire feature that we had not seen before.
We don't know what their name is, so we call them the Jack Hammers, on account of Mr. Hammer's favorite landscaping tool. He has spent the last couple of summers relentlessly carving terraced areas out of the hillside, building walls and constructing an outdoor pavilion of stone work that we've dubbed the Mayan Temple. Between Jack's efforts and the city's heavy earth moving equipment constantly digging up the streets, it's been pretty noisy in our neighborhood the last couple of summers.
The Hammers' pavilion is almost always brightly lit at night and has a water feature that runs constantly, but last night was the first time we've ever seen it on fire. Maybe this means they're finally done with it. We can only hope.
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