My next door neighbor reminded me the other day that when the creek flooded last year and washed away my backyard that something good would come of all the water. She was right. A week ago while we were sipping wine in the Finger Lakes, a crew came in and began reconstructing our stream bank. They stacked about 200 tons of boulders on the bank to shore it up and filled in with smaller rocks.
|The machine and the guys who made the stream bank sound again|
After tearing up most of our yard, they reseeded the area and now grass is coming in. It looks beautiful. Leveling the yard and the artistry of setting those boulders just so gives us a beautiful view of the creek with no fear the ground might let go under our feet. The mayor stopped by in the middle of the construction and apologized for the noise. I told him it was music to my ears. The creek may, and probably will flood again, but it’s not likely those boulders can be moved from their position. No more property erosion.
|A different view of our stream now|
We topped off the week of stream bank renovation with the village community yard sale day on Saturday. To sell my old earrings (of which I have soooooo many), I clipped each pair to one of my business cards. Buyers commented on the cards, saying it was a clever way to advertize my books. We’ll see if it brings in any future sales. Hubby and I both set up a display of our books and we sold a few. Most people were looking for fifty cent used paperbacks, but we persuaded some to purchase ours.
As for the kitchen renovation, I wish I could tell you we finished that also, but not so. Glenn finished getting in our new floor and is now assembling the cabinets. To complete the floor he had to remove both the sink and the stove. Of course they went into the yard sale as we’ve purchased new ones. They didn’t sell. Anyone out there need a used stove and stainless sink?
|That's all folks!|
Next week? Finish the cabinets, put in stove, sink, and dishwasher. Yea. A dishwasher. Someday I’ll have a new kitchen. Glenn told me not having a sink was just “a minor inconvenience.” I may write a short story with that title. In it the husband gets killed for uttering that phrase.