A never-ending story

I really tried to wait to post about this project until it was a done deal. But it feels like it’s never going to be a done deal, soooooo….

It was with great anticipation in May when we spoke to our contractor (he of the Wall!) about extending the wall a bit and adding a small patio to really finish off our driveway area.

Originally, the area looked like this. Someone (maybe the owners before us) had put in a flagstone patio — it was OK, but not great (bad picture, sorry).

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For most of the 4+ years we’ve lived here, the area has been an eyesore — a dumping ground for junk from whatever project we happened to be working on. Here, in the lower right corner, you can see it’s where we piled all the old tile from the kitchen floor when we remodeled the kitchen. (Actually the kitchen was probably done at this point…but the tile pile, that stayed for months and months.)

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There was barely any time at all in the last 4 years that that spot, just under the breakfast room window and around the corner, wasn’t full of crap.

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So, it was with much joy and celebration that I heard the contractor repeatedly say “no problem” when we explained how we wanted to extend the wall and add a (real) patio. Mike had even started it by temporarily laying in some block.

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That was in May.

It looked like this for the next 3 months.

In 13 hours it will be October. And it’s still not finished (although our daydreams of sipping margaritas on a warm summer evening at our new bistro table on our new patio certainly are — for this year anyway).

But it’s oh so close. So close I couldn’t wait anymore. Here’s how it looked over the months.

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Those last few pictures of the patio pavers going in span 3 weeks alone (after waiting a month for the pavers to come in so they could start).

And we’re still not done — they still have to come back to add the sand between the pavers to lock them all together. They’ve had to do that for the last week.

You know, I’m used to things taking a long time when Mike and I are doing it ourselves. We have limited time, limited energy, and we don’t do this for a living, so things take a long time. I’m (sort of) resigned to that. It’s why we have a half-finished powder room waiting for us to start again once the weather turns too cold to continue working on our half-finished sunroom. It’s why we’re also simultaneously trying to rebuild our collapsed fire ring and replace the section of fence that runs along the side of the house near the new patio.

But when we’re paying a lot of money to “professionals,” I don’t expect to have to wait 4 months for a project that could be done in 2 weeks tops.

Obviously I need to adjust my expectations. (That happens a lot.)

But why dwell on it? There’s always next year for sipping margaritas on a warm summer evening at our new bistro table on our new patio. (Sing it with me: Next year, next year, I love ya, next year —  you’re always a year away….)

Patience: A minor form of despair disguised as a virtue.
~ Ambrose Bierce

Are you KIDDING me?

The proverbial ink had barely dried on my last “war on the groundhog” post. As I flung open the door of the shed to replenish the marauded supply of sunflower seed, I saw this.

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Clearly there would be no truce in this war. Game on.

Then I looked a little closer. And saw it.

Eeeeeeeekkkkkk! (I squealed like a little girl. Ran for the camera. Then ran to interrupt Mike from his mowing so he could witness…this.

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And all of these.

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Yup. A new hole (not the same one Mr./Ms Groundhog was using in the far right corner), occupied near as I can tell by one big mama possum and two not-so-small babies. Not one of them playing the least bit fake-dead as I snapped away (with Mike exclaiming how cute they were, and jerking my chain calling them “weasels” … just like I did when I found a little baby one dead in the yard a couple months ago…a sibling perhaps?)

Did I mention replacing the floor of the shed has been on our to-do list for a while now?

And I thought I wanted to live in the country.

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What’s next? (Dear God, there was that skunk family in the driveway one night a couple years back…)

Should I dig up a NO VACANCY sign? Round up a few more traps? Or is it time to cede the outpost, padlock the door, retreat, and defend the homestead instead?

A story to me means a plot where there is some surprise.
Because that is how life is — full of surprises.
~ Isaac Bashevis Singer

Christmas in July?

I’m doing a little cleaning today and thought it would go better with some music. So I pushed “play” on the CD player and hoped I’d like what came out.

Vince Guaraldi? Peanuts?

Oh god, don’t tell me the whole CD player’s full of Christmas music?

Yup.

July 31st.

Guess we’ve been relying on the cable music stations a little too heavily.

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Aaaaah, that’s better. Classic John Denver. Emmylou Harris. Elton John. That should get me through the downstairs at least…

Time is making fools of us again.
~ J. K. Rowling

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