Ever since Josh has been living here, things are getting done at a breakneck pace. I almost need a moment simply to absorb the changes.
Tara called him my Work Gremlin at one point. I came home from the office one day and the deck was stained. I glanced out my window from my home office one morning, and noticed a new, handmade bird house mounted on a tree. He cleaned the roof, repaired the gutters, then installed leaf guards. He borrowed a leaf blower and cleaned up the leaves, and heaped them all on the burn pile. He rakes, and power hoses, and organizes. He consistently takes the small push mower and mows the grass where there is no room for the riding lawn mower. Sometimes I ask for things, sometimes they simply appear. Josh isn’t able to pay me rent, but as far as I’m concerned, he’s paid up.
In my quest to bring more light to my cave-like living room, I purchased a new front door with decorative glass in it. I was quoted hundreds of dollars for the store to send someone out and install it. Josh said he could do it, and within an hour from when I brought the door home, it was installed.
I complained one day about my sloping drive into the garage. I said I had been thinking that a French drain might be a good way to address the problem of all the mud and rainwater and snow that slides down the slope into my garage. He said, “That’s a good idea.” And in a couple of days, it was done. While he was at it, he also installed new weather stripping on the bottom of the garage door, and a rain barrier to the concrete floor, so it’s much better protected inside. Then he found some of the spare house paint, and painted the outside of the garage door that had been weathered down to bare wood. All the work on the garage door disrupted the open/close mechanism, because the size of the opening had changed. I found a YouTube video that addressed my brand of garage door opener, got a stool and got up on tiptoes, and reprogrammed my garage door. With this guy around, I have to do *something* to show for myself.
Behind the French drain, you can see the red curved bricks that make a border around my front garden. The front garden has changed somewhat. I don’t have many good photos from what it was on day one. Funny how consistently I have not photographed the “before” scenes, so that even I have a hard time remembering what it used to look like. Here are a couple:
I’ve always hated the concrete walks in front of the porch. I asked Josh one day to take the sledgehammer and bust them up so I could haul them away. It didn’t take him long to discover that these walks are six to eight inches thick! Whoever decided to pour such massive slabs of rock? ugh what a pain. Somehow, he got them broken into three huge pieces and drug them out of there, chained to his truck. Somehow, none of my plants were destroyed. That’s the real miracle.
Since I moved in there has been a pile of bricks on the side of the house that are left over from when the previous owner built the rock fireplace inside the house. I had the idea of using those bricks somehow to make a more attractive walk. Josh showed me how to mix concrete, and soon I was up to my elbows in it and having a blast. He built some forms for me to make steps, and then left me to do everything else.
Just wait till I tell you about the new pump house and new shop!
7 thoughts on “Improvements”
Your own miracle man
Yes, it’s true! After 3 years of living here and only having the time for minor improvements (mostly just cleanup- the property really was a mess when I arrived), the speed of change since March is miraculous. Josh is a person who needs to be busy all the time. The weather right now is perfect for projects any time of day. I wonder what he will do with himself in the winter?
He’ll find something
Oooo, you built a river walk! 😮 Excellent! And I agree with the miracle man comment above. 🙂
Doesn’t it look like a river? I’m glad you see it like I do. I love the curve. I read about this in some landscaping book somewhere: a curve adds interest, and if you make it wide enough, a person doesn’t have to actually walk in a curve, so it’s still a convenient path. I’m eager for a couple of winters to wear the concrete a bit, to take away the whiteness and expose more of the mixed in rocks and the colours on the bricks.
He’s quite impressive. I know I didn’t get that kind of work out of my son. You are very lucky. Well worth his weight in gold. I love all the improvements. How long is he staying and can I borrow him? ;)))
I don’t know how long he’s staying; we haven’t discussed it. I actually appreciate having someone here – particularly when I am gone. And I’ve been living alone for so long, it makes me feel more like a normal human being to have a person around to chat at now and then. He told me today he’s job-searching, so maybe I won’t have him as often in the future. If he gets bored, I’ll send him your way! 😉