Every once in a while, I long for a job that requires physical labor. I dream of leaving my cushy desk job to pursue carpentry, landscaping, or my favorite fantasy job — masonry, specifically stone masonry. Perhaps it’s the quilter in me, but I love building something beautiful out of small ordinary items. I love the process of selecting the next piece, and of moving pieces around until the colors and shapes blend just right.
The problem is: while I’d love being a professional mason, the business would fail horribly. I’d spend way too much time standing back and squinting at the job, and my projects would take forever to complete. And as I discovered this weekend, I do not enjoy horizontal stone projects.
First stop — Saturday evening — the entire clan of Wifey’s gay sisters (there are now 4 out of 4 on that side of the family) plus partners (me & one other) gather to install a small flagstone patio in my step-father-in-law’s teeny Boston backyard. Yes, that makes 6 lesbians, one small urban backyard, several shovels, dirt, stones, one tamper, and several tattoos. [stop drooling] With little or no drama, a couple hours later, there was a patio. We still have to buy and plant a truckload of irish moss to fill in the space between the stones, but that’s a project for another weekend. Even without the moss, it’s pretty.
Next stop — Sunday — It’s 10am and I’m already bored. All spring, we’ve discussed putting a stone patio underneath our pergola, but haven’t had the time or inclination. Yesterday, for whatever reason, we decided to install the patio. I started digging and Wifey drove off in search of stones. We dug and leveled and toiled and measured and arranged and re-arranged. Many hours later, Wifey went back out for 4 more stones, and I was left to work on leveling everything. Perhaps I was sun-fried, but I could not get the stones level. Under any circumstances. It was horrible. After an hour, I nearly threw myself on the stones. Luckily Wifey came home, sent me inside with Tylenol and Diet Pepsi, and Little Man asked me to play with blocks (mainly I just laid on his bed, moaned, and encouraged his castle building). While I wallowed, Wifey finished the job. We still need to move the excess dirt and plant a flat of creeping thyme that will grow the fill the space between the stones, but for now, I keep standing back and staring. Isn’t it pretty?
Perhaps I’ll stick to vertical stone masonry from now on. Anyone need a retaining wall?
* if you’re interested in our veggie garden, there are tons of new pictures in my Flickr garden set.
