Tuesday
Poo-poo the Curmudgeons
Have to rush... I've got a Dingo coming. What that means is I'm on the last leg of an epic, summer consuming, landscaping project.
For the longest time my Lovely Bride and I have meant to do something about the dark, lost corner of the back yard; the sort of place in which Kurtz got himself lost. So, after years of scratching our heads and looking at gardening catalogues, we sucked it up and had seven yards of topsoil, giant bags of peat, five yards of mulch and two pallets of landscaping bricks dumped in our driveway.
Suddenly this didn't seem like such a great idea to me. Luckily enough though, my wife has an iron will, a sunny disposition and no ability to look objectively at a situation and see how much work it's really going to be.
In fact, that should probably be tip number four for a happy marriage. #4: If you happen to be a curmudgeon, marry someone willing to poo-poo- you, roll up their sleeves and get down to whatever needs doing.
Anyway, we're on the home stretch now; the soil's tilled, walls built and leveled, soil added, plants, weed fabric, hoses and mulch in place... now there's just another forty feet of fence to go in on Saturday. Actually, that brings us to a bonus obvious tip: Make sure you have good friends. I had no intention of personally putting up the fence until a buddy of mine said, word for word, : "Come on Ev, it's not rocket science; I'll come over and help." It turned out to be a little more than help of course; it was more like above and beyond, but that's what the tip is all about.
Enough of that, the Dingo and I have some holes to dig.
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Have to rush... I've got a Dingo coming. What that means is I'm on the last leg of an epic, summer consuming, landscaping project.
For the longest time my Lovely Bride and I have meant to do something about the dark, lost corner of the back yard; the sort of place in which Kurtz got himself lost. So, after years of scratching our heads and looking at gardening catalogues, we sucked it up and had seven yards of topsoil, giant bags of peat, five yards of mulch and two pallets of landscaping bricks dumped in our driveway.
Suddenly this didn't seem like such a great idea to me. Luckily enough though, my wife has an iron will, a sunny disposition and no ability to look objectively at a situation and see how much work it's really going to be.
In fact, that should probably be tip number four for a happy marriage. #4: If you happen to be a curmudgeon, marry someone willing to poo-poo- you, roll up their sleeves and get down to whatever needs doing.
Anyway, we're on the home stretch now; the soil's tilled, walls built and leveled, soil added, plants, weed fabric, hoses and mulch in place... now there's just another forty feet of fence to go in on Saturday. Actually, that brings us to a bonus obvious tip: Make sure you have good friends. I had no intention of personally putting up the fence until a buddy of mine said, word for word, : "Come on Ev, it's not rocket science; I'll come over and help." It turned out to be a little more than help of course; it was more like above and beyond, but that's what the tip is all about.
Enough of that, the Dingo and I have some holes to dig.
