Starting what I can’t finish
Sigh… I hate admitting that this summer has been a bust, house-progress-wise anyway. We’ve been bogged down with work work, you know, the kind you get paid for (supposedly). But the other day, I had a window, an overcast Saturday morning that I simply could. not. spend. at my computer.
I wanted some physical labor. A project that would shock the system. I’m not lying when I say 12 hours a day is spent in a chair, on a couch. I don’t go to the gym. This house is my physical fitness! So I picked a project that’s been on the to-do list since the beginning.
In theory, it doesn’t sound all that hard and it’s timing isn’t critical so I knew I could start and not finish immediately. I’m talking about that little strip of weeds between my house and my neighbor. The goal: a level surface that grades away from the house and instead of weeds, there is a weed barrier covered in crushed granite, maybe some square pavers just for kicks.
See what I’m talking about? That doesn’t look so bad. But those weeds get tall, and the neighboring cats, well, you can imagine. Besides all that, this area isn’t flat. It’s higher than the base of my house and is mounded the entire length. To help with drainage, it needs to be lowered and ideally graded towards the fence which has a nice concrete lip that could act as a guide for running water.
I busted out the weed whacker and gave it a go. That thing terrifies me, can I just say? A lot more than weeds come out of there and I swear I’m gonna lose an eye. I thought I was doing good in my boots, but glasses really should be worn too. Next time.
And then the hard part. Start digging. This ground is compact. Like, a lot. And it’s full of debris; rocks, broken old pipe, bits of glass. I got no where fast.
And I got tired. And whiny.
And really hot. I quit.
Let’s just call this Stage One. I may have covered 15% of this project, at best. Oh well. Mike wants in on it anyway. Just you wait, honey, this project is a killer!