By Steve Moseley
Just when you think she’s done … she’s not.
The transition of the corner occupied by No. 16 Fairview Drive has been remarkable. Everyone says so. But has it been enough? She says no.
And so we continue to nibble at a grand plan which, best I can figure, has no end.
Next to confront the aged Lonesome Steve and Good Wife Norma are: (1) the necessity of moving a utility shed that is screwed tight to a 2×4 base of son Jarrod’s creation, and (2) excavating (for drainage) and then covering the walkway between the new retaining wall and the garage on the east end of the property.
And so it was I found myself at Overland Sand and Gravel on Thursday, obtaining as much pea gravel as my wee Ranger pickup could carry.
First a channel must be dug so the occasional downpour that drains from neighboring yards will find its way to the street instead of into the new garage. Next, she says, we’ll cover the narrow walkway in a fabric barrier that, she says, will discourage weeds and, one supposes, help run off … well … run off.
Next comes what I’m sure we’ll come to laugh and call Fun With Pea Gravel as we cleverly hide the drainage trench by leveling the gravel off across the entire top.
Then we’ll be done. Right?
Wrong. Then, she says, we’ll grunt and grub some big slabs of flagstone on top of the pea gravel to make a dandy walkway.
And all that’s the easy part. Moving that hulking shed will have to be done by hand since there’s inadequate space to get a Kiewit and Sons crane in there to do the job properly. Guess whose ‘hands’ will be involved in that deal.
Then will we be done? Logic and common sense suggest we will. Past experience with GWN suggests we won’t.
Worst of all is that I’m disqualified from serious whining by the fact she usually ends up doing as much digging and loading and dumping and lugging as I do. Usually more. Often significantly more.
Will that be the case again with this phase of The Project from H-E-Double-Toothpicks? One can only hope.