But anyways, do you remember my backyard and how I was clueless about what to do?Well, I went out at night when the ground was cool and the wind was whispering and I closed my eyes and listened...I became one with the backyard...and let me tell you, it had a lot to say. It feels very neglected and it just wanted to be heard. I can relate. So, I listened and listened and listened. And slowly but surely it began to tell me what it needed. We started with stage one of the Plantation make-over. It cried and begged and screamed for this change to be made in the backyard...so there could be laughter and the pitter patter of dirty bare feet in abundance.
So I flew back into the house, put on a pot of coffee and did the only thing my conscience would allow. I marched up the stairs, pulled back the covers, flipped on the light, and told Indiana Jones to get up right away cause I had been talking to the backyard and it had a lot to say.
He climbed down the stairs and asked ''WHO have you been talkin to in the backyard and what did they say?''
''No, I have not been talking to anyone in the backyard, just the backyard. Ya know it feels very neglected and all.''
He just stared kinda blankly and said he was going back to bed and told me to take some meds...illegally if necessary. Of course, I could not let that happen, so I shared all the pent up desires and dreams of our Plantation and he nodded and agreed to do whatever, just as long as he could go back to sleep.I felt much better. The next morning we got started cause there was no time to waste. The Plantation had spoken. And when Plantation speaks, people listen. [name that commercial]
This is what the first 8,421 hours looked like....
Oh, how I knew a swing set would be perfect for her. But let me tell ya, this was no job for the faint at heart. It said it would take 12 hours for an adult with an adult helper....Uhm, at least we had an adult. I mean I would LOVE to have been the adult helper and all, but I had this camera and all...
Is it just me or do you spend hundreds of dollars and the kids always choose to play in the box?Let's take a look at 6 hours into the project, shall we? Shew-ee it is HOT. I gotta go back inside. Is it just me or does this look like a tee pee with a fire ring? I went and got my head dress, Indiana Jones called the doctor. We went in the house for the evening cause IJ thought the heat had started getting to me. Really, I was fine. He can be so dramatic at times. I think he just wanted a break so he blamed it on my behavior...this happens a lot.
Then the heavens opened forth and my parents pulled into the driveway. I showered my dad with hugs and kisses and then handed him a hammer and some lug nuts and washers and other things that I had never pronounced before. Then I said mush, mush and went back into the house to talk to my mom and do woman folk things in the kitchen -- like cook up some grub. In just a few short hours it was lookin good. I contribute this to the fact that I had started a good foundation with all my hard work the day before. At least that was the tall tale I was tellin. And I think they were buyin it too. I mean it all starts with a good foundation, right? I was like the cornerstone of the entire project. Then miraculously the box of 8,421 pieces turned into this... And I could then hear her whisper something to me about a fire pit...did you hear it too? I think I shall go wake up IJ and let him know.