Our driveway is full tonight of pea gravel. I have to rent a vibrating compactor first, but it’s all going into the parking space frame I made. And then the parking space will be done. Lovely stuff, pea gravel. I like it so much more than 3/4 stuff. I feels good underfoot, too. It’s going to be lovely. Compactor rental is on Thursday. Tomorrow I get to finish spreading the first layer, and then start hacking away at the bougainvillea that needs to be removed. We’re getting…so…close. So close. Which also means there’s a shit-ton still of work to do. Sigh.
It’ll come down to the wire. I know it will. But it will be worth it. Our house will be the closest it’s ever been to how I actually want it. It takes so much time and effort. So many spoons. Spoons that I usually pour into my writing. I am losing writing time right now…but it’s worth it. This stuff needs, NEEDS to get done, and it’s laid fallow now for far too long. I don’t want to see the house in a state of perpetual mayhem, walk by the weeds every day, anymore, you know? It nags at my peace of mind. It niggles at the back of my thoughts, a distraction that resistance can use to keep from doing what I need to do…so…no more. I’m using my birthday party as an excuse to get several projects done, which is very typical of my family. Whatever. I don’t care. So long as it gets done.
Which it will.
Busy busy day today. I’m exhausted. Night night.