One More Step Left

After three days of rain, the sun came out yesterday and the Paver People finished laying the gravel and filling up that huge deep pool at the entrance from Harper Drive.

I even went out yesterday, walker and all. Eric helped me to the curb after traversing two lawns and three rough gravel stretches. Eric had to re-introduce me to the car! Off we went. It was so not-exciting. First to the clinic where he went in for a test and I stayed in the car. Next we came back to Verona and I went in and got my hair washed and dried at the Salon ($5 – good deal). While I was there, Eric went to get the mail–you know after a week, we still got only local ad flyer, junk and one bill. Then to Culver’s so I could get a cheeseburger, which I had been dreaming of for a week. Finally to the Pharmacy and back home–back through the lawns and loose gravel, only this time we were accompanied by two large earth movers–one was a Bobcat but I don’t know what the bigger one was called. The drivers didn’t look happy to see us; we’re still not supposed to be on it.

Today, yay! The brought in the huge machine with the heavy roller on it, leveled and smoothed all the gravel. Two of the men actually smiled at me when I was taking the pictures. It looks ready for paving, but the workmen went home and I suppose they don’t work on Sundays. I think we could drive on it tonight and tomorrow and use the garage, but no word yet to do so from the management.

Tiger has a five point lead and I hold my breath every time he hits the ball. It is such a miracle that he is back playing such good golf. This is the tournament for both the weekend-win, PLUS the season-long race for the FedEX cup itself and the m-o-n e-y. It is doubtful he can win the cup but he could win the tourament if he doesn’t fade tomorrow the way he has the last several tourneys.

I’m hoping to wake up Monday morning to the smell of tar and the pinging of large machines. I don’t know how long it takes asphalt to dry; I hope we can get the car in the garage to load the rest of the stuff (perishables) for my retreat. Otherwise Eric will have to get the car from where he parked it after work Monday night, and early in the morning help me to the car so I can go to poetry group. I’m leaving right after noon to pick him up so he can drive me to Holy Wisdom.

I can’t stay here to tell you about Tiger’s hoped-for win. You’ve heard about my exciting life already and I’m down to probably talking about the cat box and my bathroom woes, but before you scream at your computers, “NO, NO, NO! I’ll sign off with the promise of  an update and picture of the finished product next time. Thanks for listening.