The yard is coming along

We hired a landscaping company for a couple of projects:

• The patio needed to be cleaned quite badly
• The hack job of a path behind the garage was both unsafe and ugly
• We wanted to have the beds along the sides and back of the yard moved closer to the lot line (we do NOT need giant beds full of weeds)
• We also wanted some sort transition from the path to a less structured walkway toward the garage

Most of these projects were beyond our skills and also our equipment. We don't own any sort of tiny bulldozer or the tool this company used to cut the narrow trench for the new beds. We might have been able to clean the patio, but probably not nearly as well or as efficiently as they did. And we sure wouldn't have solved the down spout issue on the side of the garage.

Here are some before/after photos:

Dirty bricks and filthy chimenea:

Hack job of a path from the previous owner (which we tried & failed to fix):

It's just an ankle twist waiting to happen:

See the chain link fence? That area was full of weeds and the downspout couldn't do a great job (downspout is off camera to the left):

Clean! And the fish is too!

Another view; also gone is the honking big grill that we used once in the last eight years. They said they have a graveyard of old grills:

Looking toward the new path:

From the path back to the patio:

New stepping stones which are shaped like slices of wood:

New sod and we hope it gets enough light that it doesn't die (we also need to trim back those bushes, that will help a lot):

MUCH improved downspout area! We hadn't even asked about that, they saw the need and did it:

Now winter weather needs to go away so we can put our sun umbrella out and start enjoying this.

Not today, cancer

Today is the second anniversary of my breast cancer diagnosis, which is also the second cancer I've been diagnosed with. I remember dates like these, not to live in a mud puddle or focus on bad things but as a way to honor the trauma I've come through, and just as importantly to normalize having things like this happen.

There's a real tendency not to talk about what it's like to get cancer, or break a bone, or live through a flood, or survive childhood sexual abuse, or menopause or (fill in the blank). I find it comforting when I hear from someone else who's walked the path I'm on and so I do the same for others.

Breast cancer was different from the first cancer diagnosis, and not just because it involved more treatment. There was also the whole OMG BREAST CANCER response from so many people, and the huge disparity in the amount of support available compared to melanoma (which was . . . basically nothing).

Breast cancer also brought more trauma associated with my childhood abuse, which OK that makes a weird sort of sense since some nasty things were done to my breast. Going back to therapy, doing the entire Cognitive Process Therapy was hard so if you are there now, please know it's not your imagination. That stuff is hard.

And the lingering effects of radiation on my running, and the way my bones are just shit now, that's been hard too. After doing all the so-called right things in terms of food and weight bearing exercise, to have my bones just break was a real blow. So if you're there too, you're not alone. 

Today is a run day, and as I've done the last couple of weeks, I did not look at my running watch to see what my heart was doing or what my pace was. I just ran by how I felt. Frankly I didn't think today's run would be all that great since a cat woke me up at 2:30 this morning by massively throwing up on the bed. So I had to get up and deal with that and then try to get a bit more sleep.

But this run felt good and I'm getting more hopeful that my best running days aren't in the past. And that's especially meaningful today, on this second anniversary of my second cancer diagnosis.

More home reno stuff

In the master bathroom, the shower runs the width of the room and has a glass door, which is mounted on a threshold of sorts. It was covered with tile pieced together on all three sides: the top, bathroom side and shower side, and the door mounts were screwed into the top part on the grout line. (That's problem number one.) The threshold or step or whatever you call it was supposed to slant a bit toward the shower so that water would stay in the shower. Only that's not what happened; instead it ran under the rubber sweep and into the grout line in the front of that step. (That's problem number two.) Because yes, whomever did this tile work ran the seam right down the middle on top of the step/threshold. It was perfect for catching (most of the) water. Over the last few years, that seam had begun to fail, crack and sort of pill up.

And in the second bathroom, the one with the original pink tile, the tile surrounding the tub only went up about five and a half feet and the shower head was mounted at the top of that tile. So anyone taller than me would need to sort of squat or bend to get under the shower. 

Now both are fixed, and both look so much better. 

The tile is the same color as the wall behind it, so it just vanishes which was the goal. We couldn't match the pink tile, even though it's possible to get it. But our tile has been on the walls for 64 years so they've faded a bit. That's why we went with the bone color.

I wish I had a before picture of what that threshold looked like in the master bath but I don't. 

Next week, we've got a plumber coming in to install a sort of J shaped shower pipe that will lift the shower heads up higher. We did that in our apartment in Boston and it made a world of difference. They'll also install new shower faucets, and fix them so it's easier to adjust the water temperature.