You know how they say that "the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray"? Well, that's pretty much what happened with my patio. Charlie and Flint tore out the old patio over a month ago and Charlie meant to pour the new one a week or so later. But life happened, like it does, and so we're just now getting around to the new patio.
Charlie took the day off from pouring concrete at his job to...well, pour concrete at my house.
He's funny like that.
The concrete truck kept barfing out sludgy cement, and Charlie kept spreading it around, and pretty soon the forms were all filled up.
For the first time in many years, the walkway goes right up to the back door. This pleases me greatly.
What also pleases me greatly is the way Charlie finished the patio and the walkway by "picture-framing" it. I think it looks really nice.
The walkway was finished pretty quickly, but the patio took awhile to broom out.
It's 9 feet wide and 32 feet long. That's a lot of broom-pushing.
At the west corner of the patio, near the back door, is a spot where Little Marie often sat and watched the world go by. That was where my son buried her last week. I wanted to mark the spot somehow, so my mama got me a small stone. I placed it over her grave today.
It made me feel both a little bit better and a little bit worse to do that. Y'all understand.
But now my little gray girl has a marker on her grave, and I can sit there sometimes and feel as if I'm with her.
