Daylight savings time … how I LOATHE you the first few weeks. Every year, I forget to reset the clocks. Our atomic clock in the office resets itself, as do our phones, computers, etc. The clocks we usually use when checking the time, though, are the microwave and the kitchen, which of course must be set manually. This morning my phone alarm went off at 7:30, as it does every day, and me in my bleary-eyed state wandered into the kitchen, glanced at the clock – 6:30 – wondered if there had been a power failure. M reminded me about daylight savings time. But I completely awake by this point, resigned to not sleeping in later on a Sunday. We have been refilling our pool since yesterday. It’s a good size pool – about 30,000 gallons – so it takes awhile. The faucet has been on since late afternoon and its getting close to be full.
M estimates it takes about 20 hours to fill the pool and spa. We learned a couple of years ago that it’s better to fill the pool overnight, when we are sleeping and not using water. Because water pressure drops noticeably. And if you are taking a shower while the pool is filling, you had better not turn on anything else in the house or flush a toilet while whole someone is showering. M tried to boil me alive by turning on the kitchen sink this morning. One would think that the sudden screams and cursing from the bathroom would give him a clue to TURN THE DAMN WATER OFF! before investigating, but M left the water running in the sink and rushed down to the bathroom to find me with a head full of shampoo suds turning OFF the water and screaming at him to stop whatever the hell he is doing.
Oh what a pleasant way to start a Sunday.
But M’s BFF is coming by in a bit to look at the new concrete, the patch of lawn we need him to sod, and his son is with him and can do a quick review on the rebuilding the deck situation. We need stairs to the deck sooner rather than later, and if M wants to hire BFF’s son to do it, great! I definitely do not want to try my hand at being a nagging, shrewish spouse, but going without stairs down into the back yard is not an option I am willing to tolerate more than a few more weeks. Again, I know M can do the work, but I also know it’s not something he’s eager to do by himself. Let’s pay the lad a fair rate to help get. it. done.
Here are some additional pictures of our new concrete out back:
There is still work to be done, much cleanup around the lower yard, a run to the dump with the former deck stairs, tree roots, and other trash generated from this job. It turned out so beautifully, though, we are invigorated and looking forward to the next logical steps: plants and furnishings. But first getting replacement stairs and a new deck top. But it makes us so happy to just look out and see this one big dream finally realized.