Liz and I both scheduled a half day on Friday, with the goal of getting all our arbor materials ahead of the weekend. In addition to that, we needed to rent a power augur. We figured if we could get all this settled Friday, we could hit it early Saturday morning – and just go to the backyard and get to work.
Initially, I had us getting 10′ beams. But re-doing the math, realized we were going with the 10 footers for a difference of 2″. If we were ok reducing the depth of the post holes, we could us a full 8′ beam instead.
I’ve let the blog go a good amount, moving from daily updates to weekly… and I think things kept quiet on here for maybe a week and a half. I don’t think it got quite to two weeks, but it got closer to that than it’s ever gotten.
Nearby, about 4 feet away, I saw this. I’m all for some good graffiti, but I’m very much at a loss for what’s going on here. Random Google searches turn up very little.
“First
it is one day without you.
Then two.
And soon,
our point: moot.
And our solution, diluted.”
Ever since I got that scare where I had vision issues, I’ve been aiming to try to lose weight. Eating better/healthier is one step, but weight loss also helps reduce blood sugar levels.
We had a lot of backwards math to do: start with the overall height, then reduce it down to where we wanted it to be. Then figure out the height of the posts themselves. And then also factor in how far the posts should go into the ground.
Liz has been talking about building an arbor in back, and the two of us have been researching a lot online. We’ve landed on an example we like, and I’ve been running over the specs a lot.
More to come.
I am not finding myself rooting for any of the characters. I seem to keep coming back to watch these terrible situations that they get themselves into, and feel compelled to watch it all play out.
Liz has a vision for restructuring our backyard. To even begin laying out that plan, one of our garden boxes needed to be relocated.
This isn’t a final move, but more of a “get it out of the way for now” move.
“The barn roof sags like an ancient mare’s back.
The field, overgrown, parts of it a marsh
where the pond spills over.”
The longer I stared, the more I felt like I had found myself in some other dimension. These may all be “Blockbuster movies,” but they were all just alien to me.
Tonight, Liz called me over to the kitchen and told me to listen. We heard what sounded like a group of people singing.
Via Facebook Marketplace, Liz found a door that she really wanted, to use as our back kitchen door. She repaired the one we have now, but has been on the lookout for its replacement for some time.
This morning we rented a U-Haul van, and made our way down to La Moille.
“No red balloons
Or shooting stars
There’s only blue
Marshmallow moons”