I have two trips to NYC for three different museum exhibitions to go on and on about, but in the interest of not getting any further behind, I’m going to skip to this past weekend with a few unrelated highlights.
Because I didn’t know how long that appointment was going to take, I had been working through lunches and “stocking up” hours to cover it. It turned out that I was out and back within an hour. So when it was absolutely beautiful on Friday, I asked if I could leave early and was home before 4:30. That was wonderful. I grabbed the rake and did some more clean up from the places where the leaf piles had been, and generally just got the outside cleaned up. I need to hit the sides of the driveway again, and I really need to take the flat shovel and find the edges of the asphalt – I think our driveway has gotten narrower the last couple of years.
By the way, does anyone have any suggestions for an attractive ground cover that will take full shade that I could plant on the driveway cut? Right now it’s a lot of bare dirt with some moss, but I’d really like to plant it – just for stability, if nothing else. I love things like creeping phlox and such, but this is *full* shade. Pachysandra is not something I want any more of, by the way.
Saturday I was awakened by the Great Snoring Creature, also known as my husband. So since I didn’t get to sleep in, I got the living room picked up and all the newspapers corralled for recycling. When he got up he went out and hauled off the leaves that I had raked on Friday, and once he was done I went out to work on my side “garden.” Bob had offered to do any heavy lifting for me, but I pointed out that it involved shoveling out the top two or three inches of soil and then dumping in two cubic feet of rocks – it’s ALL heavy lifting. I did allow as to how I would appreciate it if he would dump the wheelbarrow for me once I’d shoveled the dirt out. Of course, that was before I realized that it was going to be two and a half wheelbarrows full of dirt. I felt bad about the idea of letting him get settled into a project and then pulling him away, so I just dumped the first two myself. After that was done, I set the weed block fabric in place, set and leveled the pavers I wanted to use for edging, and then dumped in my stone. I made two miscalculations. The first one is that I got a little carried away with the shovel and dug it out deeper than I had originally intended. The second was that I had figured on about two inches depth for the pond rocks. What I didn’t take into account was the general diameter of that grade of rock, and the two inches I planned (and purchased for) looked pretty… scant. So I hauled my sweaty self into the car and off to Home Depot for two more cubic feet of rock. Homeward bound I went with my rocks, and dumped them in. Muuuuch better. On Friday I had grabbed a thick piece of slate off of the pile of spares out back, and I set that into the gravel and leveled it. It made the perfect pad for the fake stone urn/planter that I had previously purchased, and I looked upon what I had wrought and declared it to be good. Well, after I rinsed everything with the hose, that is. Of course, once that corner had been cleaned up and brightened up I could clearly see how badly stained and mildewed the steps and concrete have become. I’m hoping a dilute bleach solution in the garden sprayer will take care of that. After all, there isn’t anything growing there that could be damaged by the bleach – that was sort of the point of the whole thing.
Here's my dank little corner before:
And here it is after all my hard work:
See what I mean about cleaning the steps?
After taking a few minutes to catch my breath, I grabbed the cultivator and headed around back to work on the brick garden pathway that I put together the other weekend. I pulled up everything I had dry fit two weeks ago and loosened up the soil and got the bricks down in a more level fashion. Note that I say “more” level. They’re not actually level. To do that, I’ll need a wheelbarrow full of soil, a tamper, and a level. That will be the eventual goal, but it’s not going to happen right now. This year is about getting the outside portions of the property under control and making plans. Then hopefully I can implement those plans this fall and next spring. I ended up with a mixture of wall brick and paver bricks to work with (with holes, and without holes). Remember that I didn’t buy these, I just dug them up from underneath the lilies. Being me, I had to make a pattern with them. Yes, I am fully aware that the wall bricks really aren’t appropriate for a walk because they not strong in the correct way. It’s just a place to put my feet while I weed. If they break, it’s “rustic.” That’s my story.
I think that this has the potential to look really nice eventually. I'm thinking a birdbath in the middle.
Did I mention that I never usually use my hamstrings, and they’re really unhappy about the things I’ve been doing for the last month or so? I really hadn’t realized how weak my leg muscles had gotten the last few years, but I’d like to hope that if I keep all of this up that it will get better. But for right now… ow.
While all of this outdoor activity was occurring, Bob was down in the basement working on the Great Pegboard Installation Project. It’s not easy to put up a 4’ x 8’ sheet of pegboard when 1) you can’t get to the wall you need to hang it on because of all the assorted detritus; 2) the wall in question is concrete and there’s nothing to attach to lower than the floor joists; and 3) both your wife and your father-in-law have very precise ideas of how things should be done but have left you with no direction. Not to mention the issues of any one person wrangling *anything* that is four feet by eight feet. He’s been building the framework – around the various plumbing – and on Saturday things got to the point of actual installation of the sheet goods while I was home to provide another set of hands. While
I cannot tell you how excited I am about having this pegboard up. This means that after almost four years I can finally start putting the tools away. I’m going to establish a beach head in that corner of the basement and work my out, and hanging up the tools is the first step. Hey – you’ve got to start somewhere, right?
Honestly, what I really need is a staging area - someplace to put the stuff that I’m making decisions about while that process is happening. Because right now, I’ve got stuff everywhere and I’m having to touch things four and five times because they are in my way while I’m dealing with other stuff. It’s just inefficient, and it drives me wild. There used to be a show on cable called “Clean Sweep” where they would go into people’s homes and clean out two rooms. There were some elements of the show that I found profoundly distasteful, but I liked to watch it for inspiration. I have always maintained that I don’t need the organizer/shrink and the designer – what *I* need are the twelve burly guys who take everything out, spread it out on the lawn so that I can see it all at one time, keep it safe/dry overnight, and then carry back in whatever I’m keeping while putting it where I tell them. I could conquer my basement in a weekend with that team of twelve burly guys and their tarps. Regardless, I’m very, very excited about my pegboard.
Yesterday we went to my parents’ house for Easter, and had Thanksgiving. If you recall, mom was in the hospital for Thanksgiving and she wanted that turkey out of her freezer. It was a day with my family, which is its own brand of insanity.
Now I just need to get the house cleaned up for company this weekend.