We’ve been making progress on the garden house, and little by little; rock by rock, the process is beginning. It’s like Mr. Magoo driving when his eyes are closed – ours too! Let’s just run through some red lights. Who cares anyway – just as long as we’re not hitting anybody, we’re cool. We have the garden house dimensions measured and marked, and the areas marked where the support beams need to be placed. Episode 2 us underway.
The past couple weeks a lot of thought has turned to that one Halloween Peanuts episode where Charlie Brown goes trick-or-treating and keeps getting a rock. The poor guy can’t get a piece of candy to save his life, and his bag must weigh a bazillion pounds. Loaded with rocks, CB is just a defeated dude. Bless him. Just a piece of candy, for crying out loud.
We hear ya, pal.
Here in the Hudson Valley, we’re loaded with rock. You don’t have to dig that far to reach it. For those that attempt to dig with a shovel and a pickaxe, I bless your heart. But who are we fooling to think that we can just dig holes and then go from there?
Yeah right.
We did get the eight holes dug as far we we could go by hand, and then we called in the no-joke-machine. We had to. There was too much rock, and not enough self ump to get it out. We need a jack hammer.
No problem, these things are readily available
There are so many projects around the 1820 that both Sean and I are confident that we can bang out ourselves, while still being acutely aware that there are some projects that we need to bring in the big guns. This garden house project – we should have hired the entire thing out and then monitored while sitting in a chaise drinking rosé. Our patience is slightly thinned. Rob The Builder (RTB) can’t get here fast enough, and while we’re trying to push through his “homework” list he gave us, we keep getting stoned.
Stoned in that we keep reaching rock. Like, LOTS of rock. Have I mentioned that I’m married to an exaggerator? Sean thinks he lifts a rock that weighs 50 pounds, but it most likely weighs 15. We have a few of those tossed over to the side. Said weight versus actual weight varies enormously.
Being that I have hidden Sean’s clubs (and, no, I don’t feel the least bit guilty about it), he’s turning most of his attention to the garden house foundation. We’re rocking it out. Sean rented a jack hammer and those 8 foundation holes that needed to be 42 inches deep, have reached their depth, thanks to Jack.
All of the materials needed for the build have been delivered, but not without drama. But why would we expect anything differently. The delivery guy went to the wrong house, and then when he backed up our driveway and noticed our chicken coop, the daring dude asked for some fresh eggs.
I mean, can you stand it???
I gave him a dozen.
Eye roll.
So here we are. We have all the building material needed for my garden house, and the holes are deep enough according to code. Now, I just need RTB to build the dang thing.
I’ve got all this commentary locked and loaded in Episode 2 of Brooke’s Garden House. You’ve gotta watch it! We’re on a roll here, and besides that, who doesn’t want a laugh?!!
It’ll get there. It is.
ish…
