Smaller homes continue to be demolished to make way for far bigger ones
I do not know about you and where you live, but I am positive my beautiful, well-established, upper middle-class neighborhood has turned into a war zone.
Older houses (built in the 1970s) have been torn down to make way for mega structures that really belong on Casey Key or Malibu Beach. Two such houses, side-by-side, have been going up simultaneously near me. They have been competing for attention and spurring astonishment among my neighbors and me.
What I am wondering is how the inhabitants will sustain living next door to each other with only 20 feet separating them. That is the actual distance; I measured it.
The number of cars and trucks camped out every day in front of these monoliths is truly mind-boggling. Both houses are being constructed by well-known builders, and both have owners who planned the houses with high-end architects, I have learned.
The owners’ boats docked on the canal are a nice addition to the community, too, along with the enormous pools and second-floor balconies that are features of the designs.
But, let us move on — to my direct portion of the neighborhood — and the source of the noise we have been experiencing. Another house is going up. It is across the street from mine, and the cement mixer actually making the huge “bricks” for it emits sounds reminiscent of a military invasion. Should we call these houses “the enemy”? I feel sure the cacophony has much in common with the blasts of bombs dropping close by, but, luckily, these “house-making” noises have no significant harm associated with them — at least in terms of life and death.
Last week the small house right next door to mine was bulldozed to make room for yet another mega dwelling. This one will be a two-story, five-bedroom, multi-balcony Key West-style house with nothing to look out onto except for our street and a few old trees in the back. And, of course, a new pool and spa will be built to accompany the mansion.
The bulldozing took a total of four days, and the vibrations from the huge CAT trucks smashing into the walls actually made my house shake. That situation reminded me of the howling winds Hurricane Irma produced.
Would I survive this disaster? I wondered. Would my house and new roof remain standing? I cannot count how many times I went running down my driveway to gaze upon the demolition activities.
I also have to say that watching those big CAT trucks lift the enormous concrete slabs onto a huge dump truck was a very scary experience. As long as I stayed on terra firma, I felt confident I could get through the process.
Additionally, I observed how quickly the workers filled in the old pool with chunks of the house and then transferred all of that material into the big dump truck.
Watching houses being demolished and rebuilt has become a new tourist attraction on Siesta Key.
I am relieved that the worst is over next door. Now all I have to worry about is when they will bring back the cement mixer. At least, I have learned not to let that terrify me.