Seems things got busy around here, and not much was garage-related. The best I can do to speak for myself is the sad state of affairs with my gravel drive -- the driveway was my excuse for Ole Paint, the Ford 8N tractor. The Wife decided to get rid of my justification; we went from nice gravel drive with large asphalt entry apron installed by the county:
to a lot off impervious concrete and stone with "landscaped" plantings and mulch:
What a shame. I'll have to find another use for Ole Paint -- well, actually, there were still be a lot of opportunity to move chips around.
Along the way, "we" decided to save some money, which was a good thing, and let the pseudo-handyman in residence install the irrigation system. The Wife was very worried that the newly planted items would not have enough water although it's been raining two out of three days and Alberto is now headed our way. Nevertheless, it didn't seem to be too big of a hill for a stepper, so I accepted the challenge.
First order of business was to obtain 300' of tubing and the associated accessories for the couple of dozen plants installed. So far, that only took three trips to Home Depot.
The next order of business was to find the sleeve the concrete guys put under the drive. Most of the plants were on the other side of the driveway from the source of water. After an hour or so of searching, the concrete guys were contacted and within 10 minutes, the sleeve was found!
Then the tubing needed to be slipped through the 2-inch PVC sleeve. No problem, right? Wrong. The tube would get about 5' into the sleeve and hang up. From the other side, the tube would get about 9' into the sleeve and stop. Out came the water hose. These almost right angle nozzles don't fit in a 2 inch pipe, but even without being able to slip hose down the sleeve, it was apparent that water could run all the way through the sleeve. After an aborted try to push a metal pipe through the sleeve -- too short -- a 16' 1 inch square steel tube showed that the blockage was not large. It began to dawn on me that there was probably a joint in the sleeve and the irrigation tube was catching on a shoulder. Tried again to get the tube through, but no luck. So, luckily, there was a smaller PVC pipe sitting around that was about 16' long, so a temporary sleeve was installed inside the sleeve to allow the tube to be inserted all the way from one side to the other.
Success!
The rest of the installation was a no-brainer, but not without some physical pain. To unroll the tubing without kinks required the 300' of tubing to be rolled and picked up as it was laid out. Not easy. Then about two dozen emitters had to be installed. I even purchased a hole punch to aid the installation, but the hole punch was as difficult as the emitter, so that step was left out. Kneeling on freshly-installed hardwood mulch in your shorts is not too much fun, either. But that got done:
A small hoe worked pretty well to dig a shallow trench in the mulch. After Alberto gets by, we'll see how much of the tubing is showing.
After cooling off on the porch, I opened the kitchen door to smell something baking in the oven. Could it be The Wife was baking me some brownies to show her appreciation for all the irrigation installation work completed and money saved? Why, no, no it could not be. She was baking beets!??! Go figure. . . .