Me and my chipmunk cheeks, reporting in

Well, having spent the weekend looking and feeling like a doped-out chipmunk with a baseball in each cheek, I can't claim to have helped overmuch with any of the work this weekend. Unless you count lying on the couch wondering if I'm always going to look like a basset hound chewing a pair of grapefruits...

Fortunately, the War Department was feeling fit as a fiddle, and in between waiting on me hand and foot ("Woman! More pudding!" voiced as a polite request does not, in fact, seem to engender a positive response, nor does it produce the requested soothing snack), she managed to do quite a bit.

We've both been quite eager to get the outside buttoned up, what with the fall deluges just around the corner, so Amy spent a lot of time working outside (and no, not ONLY to get away from my infrequent demands for pudding).

We begin our photo journey in the back yard, where after carefully washing the wall, she painted the exposed foundation with Blue Seal Waterproofing:




It's kind of a nice blue, isn't it? Apparently, it's not the easiest stuff to work with, being rather thick and gummy, but of course I wouldn't know as I was fully occupied with keeping the couch from floating out the living room window on a cloud of fluffy white painkillers.

Ahem.

Anyway, I DID manage to sit in a comfy chair in the front yard and supervise while Amy attached the cleanouts to the pipes in the front hole:



But I had long retired inside to a baseball game by the time the War Department returned from the gravel store and put half-a-yard of drain rock down on top of them:



I told you it was a big hole.

On Sunday, I once again sat in a chair and supervised while Amy measured, cut, filed, glued, swore at, and cut pipes for the cleanout in the driveway hole:



Okay, I did help a little more with this one, but only because Amy's come to the realization that she HATES doing these pipes for some reason. I don't mind it at all, so in the end, I guess it works out.

Any way, that was our weekend. Equal parts whining, moaning, and feeling sorry for myself. Oh, sorry - that was MY weekend. Amy was actually pretty busy.



I'm going to go see if there's any pudding left.