So last weekend was all fun and games. Last weekend was all, oh, hey, let’s have ice cream and ride bikes to the market and take in a movie and go to the circus and visit the arboretum. It was glorious. The weather? Bliss. The Wenatchee Youth Circus? Fun! I mean, check out these kids and their shenanigans:
And the arboretum? Embarrassed to say that this is the first time we’ve been. What a lovely place!
Took the dog for a walk. This is how she does it now. Zsa Zsa style. Doesn’t like wet toes.
Some of the trees were so beautiful I wanted to sneak back at night and steal them for our yard. Grand theft forest?
And then? Then there’s this weekend. Or the whole last week, really. Our week of major butt busting. Let’s back up a bit and I’ll give you some context.
Why don’t we start by breaking down what’s going on in this photo taken in our backyard a few days ago:
- That’s not a pile of rubble and junk—it’s our very successful burglary prevention program
- The dog appears to be taking a poop in the background
- Yes, that is a stack of deck chairs on the right…so we’ve been sitting on our dirt spot pretending we already have a deck…so what?
- No, that is not a meth house, that is our needs-to-be-scraped-and-painted-ASAP garage…it’s on the list
- Don’t fall into that giant hole in the foreground
- Does that bucket look level to you?
There is a purpose to the disaster zone before your eyes. Chris dug eight, 36” deep, 34” wide holes using this rental bad boy:
Note the steel-toed boots and protective eyewear. Safety first, kids.
Since the minimum cement delivery was about twice what we needed, Chris devised ways to use as much excess as possible. Gotta get our money’s worth. Back here’s where we’d like a laundry line. This spot, fortunately, we can’t see from any of our windows (or future deck) and our neighbors can’t see as it’s along the side of their garage. And it’s only current purpose is as a footing and planter graveyard, apparently. Win! Win! WIN!
Oh, and while we’re at it, why not a small cement pad outside the garage door. But is that preferable to the current mud pit situation? Thinking…thinking…um, yes, yes it is. Who says you can’t find practical uses for more cement than you ever thought you’d need?
In other news, I’m repainting the living room. Again. Why not? This time Benjamin Moore’s Classic Gray. Much brighter than the current color. And it mutes the insane caveman texture we’ve got going on in there.
Gotta run, kids. Watching cement dry. Wishing the circus was still in town.