My yard looks like crap. (I'd include pictures, but everyone knows what a crappy yard looks like, and I'm no fan of overkill.) I've got massive plans for it, and I'm taking the slow route (read "cheap"). Instead of renting a dumpster for all the stuff that needs to go (massive weeds, piles of dirt, more weeds, chopped up concrete, bricks, and a little bit more dirt), I'm filling the "greens" can once a week. I should have it done in time to host my son's high school graduation party . . . four years from now.
I have plans for pavestone patios, large trees, and artificial turf. Pavers aren't cheap, however, when you get into my kind of square footage; synthetic grass costs about $10 a square foot, which sounds rather inexpensive until you actually measure my yard: the front yard will run me $3000, and the back yard ia little bigger than that. Maybe I should be planning a college grad party.
The house is several states of remodel as well. My entire dwelling screams "work in progress," and has for about six years. I've had two wives tell me that I always start things and never finish them. The more I try to explain that I haven't finished them YET, the more they divorce me.
Fortunately, I now have a girlfriend who understands the concept of progress, no matter how slow it may occur. With luck, I'll have this place done in time to sell it when she marries me.
Observations, rants, and plausible
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
The Village
I AM WRITING!
My Screenplay -- Draft Three
I'm currently reading:
On my Kindle 2
I'm listening to:
iTunes Radio
I'm driving:
The Honda FCX Clarity
