Where My Sidewalk Ends…

My disassembled sidewalk.

My disassembled sidewalk.

…there is a sign.

My Halloween tombstone.

My Halloween tombstone.

It’s my bit of Halloween humor that will last until Tuesday, when the sign will be removed and my sidewalk repoured (hopefully!).

If you haven’t guessed, I’ve been doing a lot of home repair of late.

This little gem above is our attempt to get the rainwater out of our basement and into the storm drain. This month-long (and counting) project entailed ripping up a sidewalk, cutting down a tree, running a pipe through my basement wall. Before you think I’m superwoman, I didn’t do that all by myself. I had husband, neighbor, relative, arborist and plumber help.

Many standing atop my former (ex-?) tree as he cut it down.

Many standing atop my former (ex-?) tree as he cut it down.

Today I shoveled stone, chopped away some of the tree’s roots, cursed a bit, and got really dirty all in the name of getting the sidewalk ready to be formed and then repoured. Lots of red tape here, as I have to adhere to city regulations of 4 inches of stone and 5 inches of concrete. I’m bushed.

After all that, I thought it looked like a grave and had one of my little helpers make a tombstone for a bit of Halloween humor.

Tonight, I’m sitting with a glass of valpocella wine and relaxing.

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