You’ve got to be kidding me…we aren’t spring chickens anymore.
That is the thought that kept going through my mind as my husband went over the detailed instructions with me, yet once again, for my meeting with the landscaper tonight.
“Here are the drawings of what we are looking at getting done. Don’t forget that we want to get all the drainage from the house taken care of so we don’t have to worry about water …blah, blah, blah…. (that’s what I heard). Remind him that what we are looking for is someone who can come in with the big equipment to just do the heavy work. We can do the lighter stuff ourselves to keep within budget. We can build the retaining walls ourselves….”
What????? Stop right there. Did he just say the retaining walls are the “light” part of the job. Have you seen the size of those blocks? They don’t look light to me. Perhaps I need to remind him of the heart attack I thought I was going to have from planting the bushes in the front garden. Did he forget that I could barely make it up the stairs for three days after attempting to “work out” my legs last week? He just doesn’t get it…we aren’t young anymore and these “little jobs” have become much bigger.
It doesn’t stop there, it only gets better:
“…and the patio area here is interlocking brick. Have him price it out for just laying the foundation for it we can lay the bricks ourselves”
Sure we can… and did you see that pig fly?
So my friends I am off to the landscaping store to pick out the bricks for the patio and the retaining walls that my husband and I are apparently going to use in the backyard after the professionals do the “heavy work” of grading it. Please stay tuned, this should be interesting! Future blogs will either be about a divorce or the aches and pains of my poor body.
(I suppose I should be thrilled that he thinks I can actually do this)