Hello, Wall!
Oh, Wall, full often hast thou heard my moans
For parting my fair Pyramus and me!
My cherry lips have often kiss’d thy stones,
Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
- the lovelorn Thisby, in A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Big doings around here the past week - we had our retaining wall rebuilt, arresting for now nature’s desire to pull us into Puget Sound eventually. Around Thanksgiving, during torrential rains, a good part of the wall collapsed. It had been leaning further and further toward the street, and I have spent the previous year or so studiously ignoring it.
My wife interviewed all the contractors and pretty much made the final decision on her own, a new exercise for her, and she did a damned good job. Many of the bidders wanted to haul our granite rocks away and replace them, which just didn’t make a lot of sense to us. Also, they seemed to prefer “dry stacking” instead of mortaring, a look we prefer. She held her ground (heh), and ended up with a great deal and a nice looking end product.
