You'd have to get a permit & approved (curbs belong to city) but given the rest of the neighborhood, I doubt there is any zoning against it. Could be wrong, though.
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Typically you need a permit for the curb cutout, and permission from the zoning board to pave over lawn. (Our village has limits on what % of your yard you can pave over, mostly to prevent people from putting private parking lots where their yards used to be.)
In my particular case, we also had to deal with the fact that on a corner lot, both street-facing sides of the house are considered front yards (our zoning laws say you can't have a driveway in the front yard so we had to go before the board and point out that legally we have two front yards but the one with the driveway in it is obviously actually a side yard), AND the fact that about half a square foot of the new expanded driveway would be outside of our property lines. One side of our lot faces a state highway, and while both the village and state transportation agencies agreed that expanding our driveway in the way we wanted was totally fine and that giving us a lease was a meaningless formality, neither of them would admit to having the right to tell us in writing that it was okay.
Yay zoning.
I'm writing this fundraising letter for my church, and I think I have an OK draft, but I guess I shouldn't send it out to the committee just as the service is starting, huh? I'll wait until after lunch.
Billionaire decides he needs to have his own bespoke on-street parking, creates a garage door prop and a curb cut:
I hope a huge flock of pigeons descend on his car.
Mom is home. The home health/therapy ppl should get up with her tomorrow about scheduling appointments. She also needs to schedule a follow up appointment.
She wanted to drive home. Even though she is drifting to the left when she walks and with her hands some. I forgot to ask about it so they never explicitly said no. It's cleared up.
Tomorrow I'm running home and getting some more stuff and Matthew. He is going to come up and then we will have 2 people to drive and do errands and whatever
I'm not moving, but "Lauraville" does have a certain appeal.
H and I allowed ourselves to lapse into conversation about the present administration and the malignant preschooler figurehead. After complaining vociferously about how angry I am all the time, I speculated on how much I want footage of him, arms and legs wrapped around his gold toilet on Inauguration Day as the men in white approach with hypos and tasers--"Nonono! I don't have to go! This is mine all mine, you can't make me NOOOO!" I want him hauled out the front door in a straightjacket and a muzzle and loaded into a black van, and never to be seen or heard from again. "I want his memory erased from history, I want his administration removed from the history books, I want his utter existence struck through--"
H intoned, kindly, "You wanna sharpie?"
Timelies all!
So, so tired. Doesn't help that I'm stressed about the situation with Mr. S.(and frequently stressed by dealing with him)