Holes

The compound across from my window used to be the site and home of a mechanic, with cars and buses coming and going all the time. It’s about a sixth of an acre walled off with a house at one end and a very large yard facing the main road. One day last week a group of men came in the yard with shovels and began digging holes. Four rows of eight holes each situated in what looked like cemetery plots. I said to Carolyn, “They’re building a cemetery across the street. That’s going to be creepy watching funerals outside our window. Maybe we can videotape them or something.”

The next day I saw a truck come and unload a very large amount of gravel and the obvious dawned on me. The owner must have seen that dirt currently costs more than gravel, so he will dig up the dirt in his yard to sell and replace it with gravel, where it can sit until gravel futures improve and can be sold for cheaper filler, like sand or cork. It’s an inspired plan; exactly what I would have done. But as the days passed I saw that wasn’t it either. He never hauled off the dirt and he never filled in the holes with the gravel, it just sat there.

The other day a truck came by outside the wall and dumped a huge amount of sand. This now represents a second filler where only one was needed in the first place, and yet the holes remain empty! Now they’ve punched a hole in the wall of the compound and are moving equipment inside. I’m hereby at a loss for what could be happening inside this compound. I can’t even guess as to what they could be planning. If only I could think outside the box. That’s it! Perhaps they’re making molds for boxes, small building-like boxes, to hold trinkets and personal items. Seems like a lot of work for just that. It’s most likely something else entirely.