Monday, July 10, 2006

The Incredible Flying Summer



You would think that when school ended for the summer, I would have more time to post happenings on the blog. Wrong!

We have kept busy and busier. OK, here comes the excuse...

My entire family was here and we have been preparing for the combined visits. We have dug, shovelled, carted, trenched, watered, sodded, glued, shelved, filled, unhinged, sawed, cleaned and sweated.

No! The inside of our house isn't that bad! That was all Grammy's brand-new, pristine, hard clay backyard.

We wanted her to have a nice place for all the family visits. So as soon as the paver hardscape was finally in place (after way too much waiting on the landscaper), we wheeled in 18 cubic yards of nice triple mix, dug up and moved untold wheelbarrows of clay filled with cobbles, gravel and assorted construction remnants, dug trenches for a new sprinkler system and installed said pipe, valves and sprinkler heads, laid sod for two nice lawn areas known as the kidneybean lawn and the lima bean lawn after their respective shapes, dug a pond and waterfall area and put in liner, pump and filter, watered everything (including ourselves as we were quite filthy by that time.)

Credit where credit is due. "We" includes Erkie and Miss Mandy, Pedro, my sweetie and the Grammy much more than she should have.

Having all her children and grandchildren here plus an assortment of significant others was a delight for the Grammy! It was great visiting, enjoying Pedro's barbecue expertise, admiring the new place, exchanging ideas on future projects, collecting landscaping rocks, watching the dogs and/or kids rough-house, and seeing how everyone has grown and changed. Kudos to all the grandkids for finding a way to be here--not easy with all the activities and jobs that young adults have. It says something wonderful about our family that it is important enough to get together that we will do whatever it takes.

Family, I love you all! I'm pooped, exhausted, out of gas, dog-tired, but I love you.

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