Sigh. Our back yard looks like a giant mole hole. Or perhaps an archeology dig. My long hours of endless weeding have been made moot. The front yard's no better. There's a tractor, big humps of dirt, lots of gravel, uprooted fence posts--with cement attached--and two bales of hay where once our porch sat.
Large sections of the siding on the south side of our house have been torn off. Empty Camel cigarette packs and Krispy Kreme boxes remain about, indicative of a hard-working nicotine- and sugar-fueled crew.
Nary a tree, bulb or rose remains out front, and today, even the few hen and chick plants that had hugged the foundation alongside the nook took a hit when the water drain pipes had to be redirected. The hay bales contain more green grass than the front lawn.
The weekend passed innocently enough. Saturday we shopped for a tub (unsuccessfully), and on Sunday we toiled away in the garden at my dad's, picking the last of the tomatoes, peppers and gourds in light of the recent frost.
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Margie's husband Norm Tucker and son Josh had been over Sunday morning to protect the cement flooring of our new garage and addition. They carefully placed down black plastic and then covered that with tar paper joined with duct tape.
In retrospect, it was like the calm before the storm. I should have caught the clue when Margie arrived this morning with chocolate chip cookies for us from Norm. Margie said it was his blatant attempt to get a blog mention. However, I believe that he was trying to warn me.
He knew what was coming.
On the plus side, we now have flooring trusses in part of our addition, drainage pipes are in or poised to go in, a huge gravel-filled dry well is in place in the back yard and some of the trenching for electrical and water pipes is completed.
It was exhausting, exhilarating and stressful--simultaneously. It was one of those times that only chocolate could help. Thanks Norm! (Next time I'll save some for Lori.)