Annddd….now we’re building a garage.
A garage that looks like it might be bigger than this house, and, well, we all know the sorts of debacles that went into this place.
So now we’re onto the garage. Oh, it’s only about a year off schedule, but right in time to be tackled in the monsoon, 24-hour rain that fell the day before Husband got the hammers out.
And so it’s the story of his life, standing ankle deep in a mud puddle holding a power tool with one hand and holding up a giant wall with the other, looking up at the sky wondering which way the clouds are moving and where the time goes while his wife hollers out the door wondering if there’s time for some lunch.
Why must all of our projects span over the year mark? That’s the next question I wanted to ask after the lunch question, but I thought maybe it wasn’t the best time to bring it up.
I mean, wasn’t it last November that we dug the giant hole for the footings for this thing? Did I or did I not walk across a plank over a moat over the slush and snow and ice to get to my house for a good ten months before the weather dried the ground enough to get some blocks and concrete in that thing?
Didn’t I fall in that hole?
More than once?
Didn’t my neighbor nearly slide her way to a broken hip in her innocent attempt to deliver Christmas wreathes?
Didn’t I make my dear husband promise that this building project was going to be easier than the last house project?
Didn’t he tell me that a garage could go up in a couple weekends?
Didn’t I make him define the number “couple?”
Didn’t I learn anything about believing him?
Didn’t he tell me to order scoria last week while he was away in Texas so that he wouldn’t have to work in a mud hole if it rained?
Did he know it was going to rain?
Didn’t I make that call? I can’t remember…
Didn’t anyone tell me not to marry an ambitious carpenter no matter how cute that carpenter looks in his Carharts?
I mean, I have sawdust in places I didn’t know existed…
But it doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t have listened.
Because I have a weakness for capable men.
And turns out we need a garage. Somehow it’s feeling a bit more urgent today…