I’ve only been awake for about 45 minutes today, and so far I’m not sure which part of my day has been the worst:1. The seven phone calls between 7:30 and 10am. 

2. Waking up to the exhaust of Ricardo’s cobra shaking the crap out of the house.

3. The obligatory 3 margarita hangover.

4. Or this…

 I’m like 80% done with the patio and now I get the major knuckle injury I’ve been warning every one against since the beginning of this project. Incidentally, this is what happens when your hand gets smashed between a big effing piece of stone, and a mesh trailer bed. (You can see the trailer shadow in the corner of the picture.) Figures. All I want to do is be a little bit competent and badass in front of PapaRick (I’ve been making up my whole life for the lack of a Y-chromasome) and instead I end up with a lecture on why I should be wearing leather gloves. Not that moving that BFR five minutes after I wake up with a hangover was my idea to begin with, because it wasn’t.

Right now my three middle fingers refuse to bend, but I think it’s mostly superficial. I can type, after all.

Anyway, on to bigger and brighter things.

My mother and grandmother stopped over to put in a little time on the back yard, and I couldn’t let a little thing like some bloody knuckles get me down.  If I haven’t said it before, I am eternally grateful to be surrounded by such kick-ass women, this is why… 

Well what the heck is this? It almost looks like a back yard and not a war zone… But wait. If the flagstone isn’t jumbling up the backyard, then where is it?

*Gasp*

I think the powers that be in the universe felt bad about the bad joke that was my morning, and this is what I got in return:

Would you look at that? It almost looks done.

Make no mistake, it is not done. But for the first time in the last three months (yes, it’s been three months) I see an end in sight.

(For right now I’m going to bask in the glow of this, but I’ll be ranting real soon about the massive colony of what I believe are carpenter ants that we uncovered in the back yard. Ugh.)

JUMP TO THE FINAL CHAPTER of The Pergola Saga: Badass Pergola COMPLETE!

Tags: DIY injuries, flagstone, patio