Now that it is officially summer, I am having a little trouble getting on the computer. The kids are using it. Let me narrow that down. Mousey is using it. All the time.
Plus, I have been busy. And, Honey has been making me go on unnecessary errands. Getting windshield chips repaired, getting the pool water tested, running in to Lowe’s and Home Depot to check on some things. All due to the fact that we are married and we have to do everything together.
He has a project in the works. He wants to replace the boards of our decks with a product called Trex. Which could possibly be our new best friend. We have a significant amount of decking on the back of our house, including stairs and a ramp.
Honey is always talking about the work that needs to be done on the decks. They need to be power washed. They need to be repaired, and my least favorite, they need to be stained. I feel I need to clarify something here, or else Honey will. In an unkind way. I don’t actually participate in any of the deck maintenance. I could possibly handle the staining part, but if you have ever met me, you are fully aware that I will never be one with a hammer. And, I am seriously doubting that Honey would ever let me touch the power washer. My participation is limited to listening to Honey tell me about all of the maintenance he must perform. Which in itself, is exhausting for me.
That is how he preps himself for work. By telling me about all of the work that needs to be done. It’s like little pep talks he gives himself.
I’m pretty sure that the Decking Replacement Extravaganza of 09 is going to begin this weekend. So that is why we were going all over townS looking at Trex colors, and railings yesterday. Honey and I need each other in this area. He belongs to the school of thought that more is better, and I went to the university of less is WAY better. He’s all, we could do this and this and this and this and this…….. and I say, let’s do that. Period. We settle somewhere in the center.
We have some decisions to make, but I think we are on the right track.
He is also almost ready to commit to making the deck off of the Ab-Cat’s Doorwall to Nowhere. We have lived here 10 years, and almost every year he has someone come out and give him a quote to build her deck. He is never pleased with the price and says he can make it himself. And he totally could, because he built a ginormous and loverly deck at our last house that still looks fantastic 16 years later. But in the 10 years that we have lived here, he has not had the time nor inclination to actually build the deck. Hence, The Doorwall to Nowhere.
That’s all I have to tell you at the moment. But I am sure there is blog fodder in here somewhere, because we have never had a project that didn’t.
