So yeah, some days I work for progress, for accomplishment, to see the things we have completed and know how much closer we are to finishing. But most days? I just work for the gyros. GYROS. (I've been eating them so often, I've become an expert at saying it too.)
Really though, Gallatin Ave - one of the larger thoroughfares over in East Nash - is just loaded with gyro places, and the best one is on its northern end. They have the genius method of stuffing the pita so you get gyro meat at both ends and veggies in between and oooohheavenandjesusandallthingsabove! Er my gawd. You can also add hummus and tabbouleh, and the fries are just AHH (you know those skinny, super salty kind?). MMMM. I know it sounds silly, but when that summer sun is blazing and we've just shoveled a yard of top soil into the trailer, that gyro place becomes the only thing I can think about. Just a few more hours of shoveling, and then I'll get to eat!! Come to me tasty, spicy, salty lamb!!... Can you become addicted to gyros (psychologically, of course)?? Do I care? Battling a gyro habit ain't the worst thing I can think of.
And now, the moment you've been waiting for: PHOTOS! I've been pointlessly blabbering about hard work and showing you no evidence, so here we go. I'm a little behind on some of these. While I was yapping about mantels and lost lovers, I failed to show you any of our actual gyro-fueled work.
Things We Have Accomplished (thanks to gyros):
1. The fence! This is been a full month in the making now (so many little steps), but the yard is finally Lyle proof! I actually missed the weekend the fence boards got nailed because of work, so I'm just assuming little elves came in and did it overnight, but it looks great, right? See that area behind the tree? The yard drops off a couple feet there, so we've been working to fill it in with the many hundreds of pounds of brick we've dug up randomly from our yard. (Seriously though, all the stuff we've randomly dug up? Todd swears there must be some kind of Cleveland Park Atlantis under our soil). Of course, first we had to remove the hundred of pounds of garbage from what was previously the unofficial neighborhood dump. Try to dump your trash now, suckers!
2. Exterior painting. My mother is the paint Nazi so we're not allowed to touch the paint while she's gone for business over the next couple weeks, so our neighbors get to enjoy this lovely red and taupe tie dye pattern we've created. (The woman can't stand the thought of not having things to do, so she's stockpiled a list of activities that are solely "hers" to do when she gets home.) We're eventually going to cover the remaining red paint and then paint the trim white and the accent trim black. One day....
3. Removing the old sidewalk (and finding the artifacts beneath). The tree was attacking the concrete, but the tree is old and lovely and natural and one of these things just had to go....Need I say more? (No, I did not operate the jackhammer. Too frightening!)
4. Time for games! Take a look at the photo below and tell me, was I:
a. Digging more holes in the backyard
b. Wrestling pigs in the mud
c. Mining for coal
d. Oh you know, just doing a little vacuuming.
Yes, folks, the answer is D! The inside of our house is horrendous. Well, it's gorgeous, but it's horrendously dirty! When the previous owner ripped the walls out, he didn't bother to take an inch of dust with him so we're left with a good three inches of crap along the base of every. single. wall. That's me after shop vacuuming just two rooms. Allergies much?
We've also been staining and scraping paint and lord knows what else, but sadly, I don't have photos to share, so you'll just have to take my word it I suppose. Until next time!
