I’m sorry about the crappy picture, but I took this years ago on a trip on the Chicago subway system with my wife. Chicago has the best public transportation system in the US in my opinion. It is easy to navigate and doesn’t smell like piss at all.
But we ended up sitting across the aisle from this little button and speaker on one ride and my wife was fascinated by it.
“Could we really talk to the driver?” she asked multiple times.
“Uh, sure…” I said. “Don’t touch it.”
Which, of course, was the wrong thing to say, because now all she could do was stare at. I watched her lick her lips and reach out toward it.
“Don’t touch it.”
“You still can’t touch it,” I repeated.
“But I just imagine a little train conductor sitting behind that grill waiting for someone to touch the button,” she said.
You have to understand that my wife and I both have very creative imaginations and tend to let them roam on occasion. Our travels are almost like improv theatre at times. We let ourselves get crazy. So, I proceeded to play along.
“And do you know what he’s going to tell you?” I said. “Don’t touch the button!”
Yeah, people were looking at us weird, which I think is an accomplishment in Chicago.
She still wants to touch the button.
The weather has held, but the labor is not fairing so well. I’m getting worn and tired. But I am plugging forward. We completed the small patio area under the deck. The place where my grill was parked didn’t have a full brick underlay so my wife wanted to use larger paving stones to redo it. I’ve done larger sizes before am not a fan. I’m not sure why maybe my technique is not up to it?
However, our cat Turkey has turned into quite the assistant. Has to have his paw in everything.
But we finished that area on the weekend and then did the next section in the original repurposed red brick. The smaller bricks were much easier to work with. They are more forgiving. The area is NOT level or uniform or anything else professionally expected. I mortared the joints on Monday after work. It took a lot more than I expected. However, they are pretty and permanent. That is enough for me.
My knees and feet are killing me. Today, rather than tackle the next section, we broke mandatory isolation and snuck to Menards for more mortar and sand. I think we had 1000lbs of materials in our old beat-up minivan. It was NOT happy.
Tomorrow we’ll tackle the run to the garage. It should be easier than the patio. I might know what I’m doing now. My goal is to survive this lawn. I haven’t bled into it yet, but I gave it all my aches and pains. This is why people hire professionals.