I was off to a conference on this Friday — the day I originally fantasized would be the culmination of my small patio makeover. I think I had unrealistic expectations because for the first time I was hiring experienced help. This was NOT a do-it-yourself project over endless weekends and months. It was going to be about as close to Cinderella’s godmother’s flick of the magic wand or Samantha Steven’s nose wiggle as I’ve ever been. But alas, there’s far more involved for the mere mortals who are working hard to get this patio done “quickly.” My definition of quickly has had to go through a makeover adjustment check for reality.
First off, today I got a call at the conference from Nick, our contractor. For thirty years Nick has built a gazillion projects, including swank Beverly Hills homes. So, when he called to tell me that our electricity had fizzled when he went to install the new outdoor lights, I rather stopped enjoying my conference. Sheesssh, if he’s telling me our electricity is on the fritz, it must be serious. Having only owned the property two months, it seemed ominous that a condo built in 2006 would be decrepit. I still had three more days of conference before I’d get home. And what would that solve? Like I’m a master electrician? I’m reticent of anything that sparks and could knock me flat. Nick had called a master electrician, who couldn’t come now until Tuesday. I imagine my costs skyrocketing.
So everything will now be put on hold for four days. I was kinda surprised that the crew wouldn’t be working on Saturday. What was I thinking?
I had hoped to avoid the old axiom that construction projects take twice as long and cost twice as much as you think they will. Maybe it won’t be as bad as my imagination believes at the moment. However, since I’ve already avoided calculating the true cost of the fireplace and the additional days of labor and parts that involved, perhaps my imagination is right!
Meanwhile, Nick tells me the guys are mounting the tile to the planters, and they look beautiful.
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Late Sunday night.
Even though it’s dark, the first thing I do after tossing my suitcase on the floor, is head out to the patio. After all, it’s the only thing I’ve been dealing with for weeks now.
Yes, the tile installation is beautiful. Having installed tile myself in our first house (and never touched it ever after), I can really appreciate the straight narrow lines. The lips of the planters are really done well — the corners precise. While I could have gotten the side tiles on, I could never have cut the top lips pieces. I don’t want to ever have the occasion to practice that much!
I’d designed the planters so as not to have to cut tiles. It was supposed to be simple. But I can see that the shorter planters did not get placed low enough to the ground. Since they’re sticking up above, the twelve inch tiles are now too short. So that will involve some piecing to cover up the gray block. Too bad. I guess I just should have made these two side planters the same size as the back ones. The sixteen inch tiles look great. My idea in using the larger pieces was to create an illusion of “largeness.” I wanted a little variety in the side planters. But now I think I should have just made them sixteen-inchers, too.
So, if I’d been home, perhaps I would have caught this flaw before it got too far along. We have far more sixteen inch tiles that we’ll ever need. That amount was over-calculated. And now that I have them, they can’t be returned. I would have used them on the side planters…but then of course, I’d end up with none of the twelve-inchers being used at all. And as it turned it, they were far more attractive than the larger ones. It did take the two extra boxes of large tiles to find enough colorful ones to use. We have a big pile of plain ones left over.
As originally conceived, the design of the tiles were to be the active tie between the tan fence wall and what will be the dark “floor.” So far, that idea is looking good!
One of the things pitiful gardeners should contemplate is how much they like or don’t like to garden. Or how much time they’ll spend at it realistically — especially the specific chores we don’t like so much. We shouldn’t bite off more than we can chew.
Now, I won’t be home for one of the most important days tomorrow. Friday I’m taking off to a conference that lasts through the weekend. I will miss the tiling of the planters. If I hadn’t bought the fireplace, causing the guys to spend the first day digging trenches, the tile would have been applied today when I was home. Drat.


















