The Garagemahal: Phase One, Part B

We're still in Phase One of the garagemahal. But we're in Part B of Phase One. Part B is where nothing much is happening. We're still just a big dirt hole. Our dirt hole just sits there. Mocking me. I'm so big. Yes hole, yes you are. I'm the biggest hole you've ever seen. Don't be so full of yourself. You're nothing compared to the Grand Canyon. But you've never been to the Grand Canyon. See? It mocks me.

Yesterday I took a sledge hammer to the old garage floor. We have to tear that up because it's basically 70 year old concrete floating over an elaborate system of chipmunk tunnels. For some reason that's not considered a structurally sound base on which to build. So since we're tearing it out anyway I smacked at it with a sledge hammer. It was remarkably satisfying. I recommend it highly. Of course today my back hurts a little. The sledge hammer mocks me too.

The guy on the right is my builder. You know in those movies when the cartoon character comes to life and has to live in the real world? I think he might be the human version of Diego, Dora's industrious little cousin from south of the border.

To get ready for this hurry up and wait phase Scott made me help him move a tree.

Move. A. Tree.

Granted it was a smallish Japanese Maple but still a tree. And you know what's hard? Moving a tree. We had to call in reinforcements.

We moved it to a temporary holding facility otherwise known as a baby pool.

Scott's very worried about his tree. He loves that tree. He frets over it. Will it be ok? Is it traumatized by the move? Did we cut too many roots? Will! She! Live!?

So in the immortal words of Casey Kasem: This long distance dedication goes out to Scott, a type-A worrier and lover of vegetation, from his beloved Japanese Maple who is a little brown around the edges and thinks the baby pool is a little trailer-trash for her taste but is still hangin' in there.

From Maple to Scott...