Before…broken and heaving
Not broken and heaving.
Still a bit of a trip hazard…but not so bad. There is a 2″? gap between the step and stoop. But I’ll find a good outdoor rug to put there….
I’m just happy it’s done.
Problem. He quoted me $500. Told me when it was done he was sending me a bill for $500. I get the bill and it’s $600.
I emailed him back and asked. Awaiting his answer.
They could have saved a crapton of time if they had put a tarp or something down instead of throwing all of this:
…….in my lawn and having to re-pile it up. I’m not paying for that mistake. It was scattered another 3 or 4′ out past the edge of the top of this photo into my green lawn….
And for reference…..the $3,800 of which I speak would be break up, removal, re-pour of this entire piece. You can kind of get the size by the Crown Vic (aka cop car) sitting by it. I’m not doing the rest of it. Thinking of putting a wooden deck on over top of them instead. Probably half the price or less. Three steps from stoop to platform. 2 steps off platform to sidewalk (off to the right.) 2 steps off platform to the left too (not in photo)
I forgot to write yesterday. Amazing. I guess I was just too busy trying to breathe.
The past week has been rough. Remembering everything.
Our Bittersweet Farewell Tour Bittersweet Farewell Tour
Cullan driving the truck, Cullan driving the ‘stang. Cullan gets to drive
Nick meeting Jack Rousch. Jack Rousch
Nick going to Falcon Nationals in Baraboo….I don’t have any photos or info on that other than he had a GREAT time. Larry so enjoyed having him with. Said he cheesed all day long.
Then he died. He’s gone
One day I’ll get through July and August intact….but until that day……? I have you all to lean on. Thank you for that.
I Lost it the first time I read this one.
Enjoy your weekend!!
…turns 4 today!! Happy Birthday my sassy little bug!! Nonna loves you SO much!!
She was not born from under my daughter in laws heart. But from IN Bec and Brandon’s.
Aubree’s mom was 16. Too into boys, wacky tabacky, and illegal things. My son and his wife (who already had 5 kids) took her in as a foster, fell in love with her like everyone does, and kept her. I am so glad they did.
Just look at that bright happy face!!!
I remember the night Nick died. My son left for a bit to go get her. She had just turned 1 year old. When he came back with her, her hair was a mess, face all red, tears rolling, snot rolling, clothes filthy, upset, clinging to Brandon like he was LIFE.
And now look at that face. That smiling, clean, happy go lucky little face that I love so much. Her sister, Jules, loves her to bits. She doesn’t understand that Aubs was adopted. She thought Mommy had her. They are bestest friends and do everything together. Jules is 14 months older than Aubs. My two little girls.
My heart swells….
Her Daddy. My son. His birthday is today too. He’s over the moon that they share the day. He is fiercely protective of her….of all his children (8 now….they adopted the twins! final soon!!)
As it should be.
Happy Birthday my loves……….
Apparently the rumor mill has been churning.
I was on Messenger with my friend Karla Tuesday.
She asks me to make sure she and her husband get an invite to mine and Gary’s wedding.
I’m like ” wait…………………………………WHAT?? ”
“I’m just saying if/when that happens.”
Today I get “Did you? lol
I know, just giving you some shit.
So as I am working out on the screen porch Tuesday when Gary texts me and asks how it’s going.
So I tell him what Karla said.
He’s like “Well I have something to tell you.”
He took Monday off too. Needed to mow lawn and he put the new fuel pump in my Mustang and did some other misc stuff.
So Tuesday when he gets back to work, as he is showing someone how to use a piece of equipment, three of his co-workers come up to him and say “We heard you got married yesterday.”
He’s like ‘That’s news to me.’
But oh, wait till they see us together at a company function…………………
And I’ll be staring at the diamonds I already wear on my ring finger.
Paybacks are a bitch!!
So remember my ugly dangerous top stoop? All cracked up and waiting for someone to trip and fall down my steps?
Not only cracked but on the right side of this 2nd photo…..heaved up a bit?
As of 6pm last night, it now looks like this.
….and I see why it cracked.
They have promised it done by Friday night. My steps and landing are covered in concrete dust. When I got home, this pile of concrete was strewn out into the lawn too. I said “I hope y’all put a tarp under that.” He thought I was speaking of the step. I said “No.” and my finger made a circle in the air over this pile. Next thing I know, there is this nice NEAT pile and all the chunks that were scattered in the lawn magically hopped on top of it.
I hope it rains one evening and washes everything off….Even my CAR has concrete dust on it.
We have to go in and out the screen porch so it’s a good thing THAT got done.
Things are coming together….To do the stoop, steps and landing would be $3,800. Um no. I’ll fix the top stoop for $500 and the new owner can decide what they want to do with the rest….
So when I got home last night, I said That’s it. I’m done. I NEED to be out on my screen porch. I need to be out there enjoying my summer! Gary and I talked and next weekend is slated for screen replacement. I am done with bugs too.
So I got my daughter out there to fold up her stuff and take her clothes off the racks. I set them out in the rain so they could get washed off. We folded up the tarp/slip’n’slide. Moved everything to the other side of the porch and vacuumed. Threw away things off the bakers rack because THAT is going in the bonfire. Moved everything back to the OTHER side and vacuumed that. Set up my chairs, wiped down my table, dragged out a few more plants (yes I need more out there. It looks like a jungle haven when I am done.)
By the time I was done, my clothes stuck to me it was so humid/damp outside. I see I need to ‘trim’ my reed rug. When it finally got dark enough, I plugged in the lights and we had this. (photo is from last year tho).
Mentally I felt 300% better. Now I can go eat out there, sit out there, read out there, ENJOY out there.
My firepit is overflowing.
No. I didn’t take a photo. Just come to the bonfire and see.