Friday, July 29, 2011

DH, the Dingo, and the not-so-leaky Porch

Day 345, Friday, 29 July 2011. Almost four months on and I have good news to report. Our porch will be fixed. There will be no more shivery bouts in the rain for those that stop by. And the deck installed by Adonis has been granted a safe stay. Adonis is happy, as is this harried mum of two. And volume builder, I will sing your praises. Your customer service is impeccable. Sure there are ups and downs, but hey, whats a few bumps and bruises amongst friends. What matters is it all came good in the end.


August 2010:  This is what we started out with a long, long time ago.....


I think the rugrats will be happy too. Their gumboots which are more often than not too muddy to bring in are left under the porch and usually collect enough water to rival our fish tank, leaving the boys less than impressed. That shall now be a thing of the past.

Speaking of fish tanks, ours has had a bit of a rough ride. The curly headed one decided that despite being fed thrice a day, the fish looked half-starved and emptied a full bottle of fish food into the tank. I could weep. The fish were quite thrilled for a little bit, and then the tank turned quite cloudy and the guppies bumped into the Siamese fighter who chased the neon tetras and all was not well in that underwater world. DH is trying to replace water, restore sanity and we hope to have a clear tank and happy fish sooner rather than later.


Jarrah brick, so glad I won that battle!!

Then there's the matter of landscaping. DH has grand visions of a rock garden. Suits me, rock garden equals a lower notched scale of nagging when it comes to mowing. So we looked around, and those rocks that stand around doing nuffing actually are rather expensive. So once I got over how much it would cost, we ordered rocks. Stop right there.

Rocks have to be moved you know. And with DH moving them, each medium sized rock would equal no less than one visit to the chiropractor. Couple that with weeks of massages and the accompanying groans that we'd have to endure, that idea went straight into the too-hard bucket. A quote from a landscaper shows that I clearly am in the wrong profession. I should have focused on rocks and pebbles instead of rules and regulations.


On the Range
 
Anyhow, the long and short of it is DH has now hired a dingo. A small bob cat to move the rocks into place and excavate the soil will be here next Friday. The last attempt to remove a weed resulted in a burst pipe and so I'm holding my breath to see what the dingo will do. Its probably a toy for boys, but for me I'm counting chickens and some rocks. Until next week.

PS: Apologies for recycling old piccies, weathers been pretty awful of late so there aren't any newish ones.