Sean the Landscaper came this Sunday morning, bright and early at 10am with his family, wife and son, to show me some sketches and measure the back for the English Cottage Garden. Far too early for me. I sat up till 3-ish last night. I’ve got to stop talking to people before noon. It’s hard for me to even concentrate when I’m this sleepy. I’ve tried again and again over the course of my long life to switch from being a nocturnal person into a regular daytime person but it’s no use. I can never make the switchover. I am nocturnal. Wide awake all night long, have been that way all my life, even as a baby, according to family.
When I told Sean that, he said “Cool! We’ll add lights in the garden for you!’
Well. Hmmmmm….well. I…like that.
So begins the beginning. We need to demo the back. “My Boy Raymond” can get the equipment and do the work. I just need to schedule it. I’m hoping we can start next weekend. It’ll be nice. It’ll be the start of a beautiful project and I’m going to love seeing the back out there demoed. I’ll be able to better visualize it once the curbing and mulch is gone, and we clear out the planters. My idea there is as we clear the mulch and curbing out, we’ll dump the existing soil in the planters out and then put the planters on the patios. I was going to do that this year anyway, use new soil and whatnot. I noticed the plants didn’t do so well last year and I think I needed to better build up the soil with nutrients. Sean & I set a starting budget amount of $5000, I gave him a deposit check for a grand. I’m sure we’ll burn thru amount and then reassess where we are and what we want to do. I’m not telling R.D. Mercer that. Unless he asks, which if I control the conversation correctly, he never will. If I can’t control the conversation correctly, I’ll just have to tell him, I guess. Meh. Whatever. It’s all good. He’ll be happy with the outcome.
Pseudonyms for my family: R.D. Mercer for the husband and My Boy Raymond for the son. It’s been an inside family joke for a decade anyway.
Possum played pretty hard with Sean’s 2 year old little boy. He’s passed out next to me here, doing himself his mid morning nap. Raymond went fishing with a work buddy and will be gone all day. I want to start posting the before photos of the back but I just can’t get myself up to go take them right this second. It’s actually very chilly this morning and it was foggy earlier. I don’t know if it’s burned off yet. I see the sun trying to come out. I’m back in bed and wrapped up in my Monkey Slanket and don’t want to get my toes cold by going and taking pictures.
I just want to close my eyes and go back to sleep! Having to get up so early after sitting up all night, this feels like the middle of the night to me. Aaaaaaaaannnnddd….I have to do it all over again in the morning. Possum’s tutor is showing up tomorrow at 10am for his first day of school. I’ll have to fight with myself tonight to make sure I get to bed early enough. I plumb forgot last night! I glanced at the clock and it said 2:30am, I thought nothing of it until I remembered with a jolt that Sean and family were coming this morning. Then panic set it because especially when I *have* to go to bed so I can get up, that’s when I can’t get to sleep. The more I fight it, the worse it is.
So, yeah…*yawn*…I’m just gonna lie here quietly…and drift off….when I wake up I’ll go take the before pics…sweep and mop the floor in the kitchen and sun room…go work on altering the other side of those jeans and get them finished up…maybe throw a load of laundry in….do Possum….