Do you remember in my previous post entitled ~ Herringbone Pattern ~ how I took pictures of My Captain starting to lay our patio pavers? Remember how he worked, and worked, and worked, and I captured the whole process on camera, (entertaining myself hugely in the process,) until he walked off in a big, “Hurrumph!?”
That was fun, wasn’t it? Remember how supremely pissed he got that I wasn’t helping?
Ahh….good times! Good times!
Today we bought a big ol’ pallet of sod to put up against the laid patio pavers.
God Bless our friend Muddy for helping us with that! My Captain pulled his sod-laden Chevy Silverado up to the back yard, and then, at my insistence, went inside the LIttle Cottage to do some prep-work for his meeting with Chief, later today.
(When one meets with the big CHIEF, it’s best to be ready! They had a lot to talk about, and if you know My Captain at all, you know he had it all written out, itemized, italicized, and highlighted…. The Chief is a busy man, and it never pays to waste his time, so getting ready for a meeting with him? Oh yeah, it’ll buy you a pass out of laying sod, that’s for sure!)
But our rolls of sod had to be laid TODAY. I looked to my left, I looked to my right, and realized, the ‘layer-of-the-day’ would be…drum roll, please….ME. So with a big breath, and an “I think I can!” attitude, I began to unload the sod from the truck bed, and lay those puppies.
It rarely co-operates with the way you want it to fit.
And somehow, the dirt gets in your boots, no matter how you wear them.
After a while, My Captain took a break from typing up his talking points and came out to see how the progress was going, camera in hand.
“How’s it going, there, Honey?”
“Looking Good, Babe!”
“But that piece is a little crooked.”
“Come here and say that.”
The story has a good ending. My Captain survived his smarty-pant-ness. Chief Lohr was very pleased with My Captain, and, if I do say so myself,….
the sod looks really good!
(Just go with it. Lie to me if you have to. I’m too tired to fix anything!)