When returned home a few years ago, after 4 months on my last ship, and I noticed I had a new carport, and that my wife “Mayang”, had cement laid in the driveway and across the front of the house.
I like it so much; I had cement poured across my backyard except the grass area in both the front and back. Then after my next ships tour was up, I noticed that plain cement looked good on runways at airports or piers, but not so good at my house. Tile, Marble or paint, I’m not sure what to use, but something.
My wife brings up the use of peebles, as an alternative cover for my ugly cement. “Mahal what are peebles”? I asked.
I found out they were small multi-colored stones picked from river beds. One could also refer to them as pebbles, but I’ll never do that. (Not after she had explained screwdrivers to me, as PLUS + and MINUS – vice Philips and flathead). And peebles are now what they are called by me. Now comes the peebles crew, and explain how you mix those little rascals with cement and lay them down, and sponge off the excess water and cement and allow it to dry.
So they are the experts, and my job is to stay out of the way. I couldn’t do it, I had to intervene as they were mixing one bag of peebles at a time to the cement, and putting it down. I noticed that no two bags of peebles were the same color and I’d end up with cement/peebles Patchwork Quilt in my yard. My Foreman (yes, who’s also my Brother-in-Law), informed me that it could not be helped as all bags were made up of different colors. I stopped speaking for a moment, and then injected logic into the situation. “Could we not empty the twenty bags of different colored peebles and mix them together, where they would then be all be the same”? I asked.
When his hand went up to scratch his head I knew I’d lost him. I told him that his wife called and wanted him home. Then asked his helper if he could do the job, and did he understand what I wanted him to do? Without a single move of his hand toward his head he told me he could do it. The Brother-in-Law, well that was not a problem, as I had other simple jobs for him to do, and I did I put his daughter through college.
So now I know what peebles are, and plus and minus screwdrivers, I made the choice to live here, and I’m kinda’ glad I did.