Pergola

Not much progress, but baby steps. A few beams on the pergola. Cost: one slightly bloodied nose.

Thanks for driving out to Milford, peeps. Had too much fun to stop and take pictures.

Meredith, thanks for going to our tiny church with us today!!

A step and a bunch more bricks

Progress report:

Step: Installed. Going to need another piece of flagstone but it's looking good. In case of tornado, hide under it...it's going nowhere. Steve, prepare to do some REALLY big adjustments!

Patio: Coming along. Ian is perplexed that the smores aren't ready...but, I shall build no fire before it's time.

I think we'll have this finished before the five year anniversary of acquiring the bricks. Linus, on the other hand, wonders what's become of the world's largest litter box.

Peace. Out. Yo.

A few bricks closer to smores!

For all you haters who said we'd never get it done...
A little progress, perhaps:

From this:

To this:

The fire pit ended up a wee bit deeper than I pictured it in my mind. It will be known as "The Fire Pit of Doom."

Okay, so it's not actually done...but still, we're getting there. Somebody find those buffalo/jalepeno brats for the grill. Kimberly's already purchased the smore supplies.

Note: Don't smash your finger between a hammer and a brick. It (the finger, not the brick) swells to about the size of a volleyball and turns Milford Purple.

It's off to Laramie tomorrow for the sufferfest: