Let me tell you a story.A story I like to call FAIL

It was a dark and stormy afternoon in a small town in Saskatchewan. The wind was blowing, and the rain came down in Sheets. In fact, the rain came down so fast and so hard that the storm drains in the streets exploded, flying high into the air. After the rains came the hail. And more wind.

When the storm was over, the small town Saskatchewan homeowner (that would be me) rushed outside to check for damages. At the time, she was more concerned for the pool and garden, but soon that worry was overshadowed as she looked towards the house where her patio lay.

The patio has never pleased this woman, it was put in with little thought and even less preparation, and so the little bistro table the woman liked to sit ant while she drank her coffee was weebley and wobbely. After the rain storm, the homeowner noticed something, something very worrisome.

It was water.

A six inch deep puddle of rain water laying on the patio that was sloped TOWARDS the house instead of away from it.

This the homeowner knew, had to change.

So instead of hiring someone who actually knows SOMETHING about garden decor, the homeowner stupidly assumed it would be an easy task to lift the FIFTY pound blocks, add more dirt, slope it properly and put the patio blocks back in.

FAIL.

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The above story? That was a true story. And it has been almost a MONTH since that fateful summer storm. How do you think my patio looks right now?

If you said "like this"
You would be right. Check out the sweet squares of dead grass where the patio blocks have been sitting. Today, hubs and I went back there, determined to get it done, once and for ALL.

Get it done, so I could once again enjoy a coffee on my sweet bistro table:

But after an hour of poking at the dirt, and shoving blocks around, Hubs and I realized we were in WAY over our heads. My Father In Law said he will be over bright and early Monday morning, and by bed time, the patio would be done.


Pffft. I'll believe it when I see it. I wish I had an extra few hundred bucks to waste on some cement. And someone to ready the ground for the cement. And someone to POUR the cement.

Interested?