Hello first of all. I am no stranger here, but in garden threads usually not even as a silent reader. Here and today now once at the invitation of the OP, to whose home threads I have already contributed some jars of mustard.
So I just read the whole thread quickly and – to “get it out of my head” – will first briefly comment on a few passages:
Exactly that is the problem. When the garden landscapers hear it’s about a comparison offer, I have the feeling they close ranks.
I wouldn’t just close ranks, but bring in the Irish, the Frisians and the Vikings as well. First, someone who asks for the price (without Schmalhans being master of the kitchen) has not understood the value. Why should you even serve and supply someone who does not appreciate it? Prices are given after the consultation – if you get the feeling the customer fits. Second, you don’t want the customers you like to serve to pay for the price comparison sporters. Qualified offers are not a walk in the park.
Now I will hit our dealer with this price, who has been most committed to the planning and he will get the chance to make the sale if his boss agrees.
Do I understand correctly: the most diligent one gets the “chance” to deliver at the price of the cheapest? – Hopefully he won’t even be grateful for that, because what does
he get out of it?
A line to the later pool is also to be prepared and and and...... everything must be carefully thought out and executed. Everywhere where something is now paved or laid, later you can no longer reach the lines without destruction.
Am I already demented? – I am a reader and respondent of your home threads “from the very beginning” and I don’t remember any pool at all. Not as a picture, not as text, and not from the supply or disposal planning. Where does that come from now?
In any case, it should have long been part of the
overall project.
Preparing a pool only makes sense if the pool is also planned in detail. And I don’t know when we will do it.
Typical chatter from people a few years before the health warning shot. After the still ongoing aria of shell construction turbulences simply incomprehensible.
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But now to the topic in toto:
My dear robber, I think your throttle cable is really jammed.
When I read about your back garage door a few months ago and the mini excavator, I thought: the guy is reasonable, he just wants to play for a bit. Which is important. If I remember correctly, you are an entrepreneur in your late thirties. Probably successful as well, which is not entirely risk-free. With the “comorbidity” of house building troubles I urgently see it as necessary that your hands dig in your own garden on the weekends. Otherwise, burnout will come around mid-forties. This alarm clock is already set, but you can still stop it.
So, basically: you don’t create a garden with money, but with your hands. Look – that’s how you do it.
What good is the gate for the mini excavator if behind it is paved? – I wouldn’t want to drive over that with a tracked vehicle, at most with a little wheeled loader.
Somewhere here I also read the keyword “lawn mower robot.” No, that’s not going at all.
Pregnancy, delivery time, no matter what you call it: the making and the growing belong to the result “with hand and foot.” Have the driveway paved – that is the stone laying. But help with the compaction yourself, then you come home over
your driveway. Having paid does not bring fulfillment.
And first, it doesn’t make you satisfied and second, it doesn’t relax you to watch the lawn mower robot. At best it gives you cramps in your coronary vessels: is it really doing everything right? – why is it blinking? – did it just beep? – no, a neat seam looks different, next time I’ll buy the bigger one – does the thing still have a warranty?
For some weeks I thought about divorce when the house was finished. Then about the loony bin. Currently I see you more in the ICU. Go ahead and google the next stroke unit.
Look at Daniel: he seeded the lawn himself. Then came lots of rain, the garden was flooded like a rice field. He thought it would all wash away and he would have to do it again. And then something took hold. He sees what he has already finished. And he has goals – some of which will accompany him into the next year.
It doesn’t matter if your manual skills can’t keep up. Then a detail becomes a bit crooked here and another a bit bumpy there. Screw it. If it really bothers you looking from the deck chair at your work, then it also itches to improve it. Then you dig up a small patch again and do it better. Or you simply decide to start again at one end when you have finished at the other. May makes everything new, why not every seven years?
Garden design and maintenance with a cheque book is really something for wimps (or those who want to become such). For “the realization” it is never too late.