I’ve have several people email me to ask where I’ve been. I’ve been here. Dealing with this:
This is the time-sucking black hole of which I speak. And we laid sod last week. And when I say “we” I mean the lovely and speedy crew from Ecuador.
It’s supposed to be a drought tolerant species of grass so we won’t have to water it. Much. Which is great since Atlanta has pretty much been in a watering ban for a decade. So we didn’t install a sprinkler system. What’s the point when you can’t use it half the time anyway?
But the grass toupee needs to take root. Right now it’s just laying on our slope, untethered to the ground. It needs to be watered everyday until “squishy but not spongy.” I don’t even know what that means. But I do know that it means moving the sprinklers around the yard for FOUR HOURS A DAY.
And the dog can’t go out there lest he pee on the grass. Or peel it off.
So where am I? Right now I’m probably on my cell phone holding with the cabinet maker while texting my contractor and walking the dog down the block mentally willing him to go on and do his business so I can get back and move the sprinklers before I take a quick shower for my meeting up at the school and calculating if I have enough time to stop by Home Depot after the meeting but before the bus or if I’ll have to wait and do that after I drop Parker at soccer and Tempel at tennis and figuring out if I have anything to make for dinner – not that anyone would eat it anyway – or if I have to run by the grocery store.
You know. Same thing you’re doing.
Woot!! Look at that shiny bitch!! Spankin'….
I'm gonna have to get some deities, bring 'em across, and start GaRajMahal puja sessions. No really….
Good Lord…You're going to be able to see that thing from space….
Braja's talkin' street, wth?
"Grass toupee" made me laugh. The things you have to do in the amount of time you have to do them in? Made me break out in a cold sweat.
Any chance I can come live there?
In the Garagemahal, I mean.
Garagemahal is sort of looking like a kick ass frat house. Watch out for pledges passed out on that freshly placed sod!
We spent the entire f*ing summer watering our goddamn lawn. Every night. Moving the sprinkler every twenty minutes. Because we were trying to grow grass in the fifty foot long, five foot wide area that was dug up to replace our septic line. Which is a whole other story. So, yeah, I feel you.
That is a chateau among garages (that would be a play on "prince among men" – but I felt an explanation was in order since it was such a stretch). Seriously though – it's bigger than my house.
I have garage envy!!
I love that it's called Garagemahal. Your back yard is perfect for a wedding. Listen to me. Everything is wedding-speak. Lo siento.
P.S. I got the book over the weekend. That thing weighs more than Vogue's September issue!
O-friggin-KAY! That garagemahal is insane! I can NOT believe THAT is your garage. But of course, I live on the westside of Los Angeles where there is no space left because everyone is trying to cram as close to the ocean as possible but holy shit, the property surrounding your garagemahal makes me wonder if we should move to Atlanta and give up our little patch of west LA land. Maybe we can come stay in the mahal to check out the scene…..
How are you?
Finally I have figured out why you are calling it a Garagemahal. . . It's HUGE! Love it!
And it took me several minutes to read the slang Braja wrote. . . LOL
I think I get it now?
Is that a guest house as well? It's freaking huge! And I'm jealous. My husband had to hang a ball suspended from the garage ceiling and put an X on the wall so I know exactly where to park so that I can actually get out of my car in the garage.
my husband wants to be your husband.
I've been through six major construction projects – four in the restaurant business, and two for personal homes. This is a hell I do not wish on the girl who broke my heart in the 7th grade and then told everyone in class about it.
Good luck.
LOL…Love this post!!!!