the deck of my despair
Last year we added on to our deck because the previous owners thought stairs were unnecessary when you’re 12 feet up in the air. Instead of adding on a simple set of stairs, we built this monstrosity that has a lower level and then stairs that go to the ground.
I used to think it was awesome and beautiful, but now I just plain hate it.
Today was deck staining day. Matt took off the week to prep and stain it and I said I’d help out some. What it turned into was Matt doing all the prep work and me doing a lot of the staining. See, Matt’s a perfectionist personified. He takes his time and makes sure that each brush stroke counts.
I just try to make sure that I don’t miss a spot.
Sometimes I wonder how we work being as we’re so different…
Anywho, I stained the shit out of the deck. But. The deck in turn made me its bitch.
How, you ask?
Well. I’ll tell you.
It was going great. I had all the spindles on the old deck done and had moved onto the new deck. Now, if you remember correctly, we had recently gotten rid of a hornet’s nest after Luca got stung. Well, it would have been great if that had been the end of the story. However, it’s not.
Those bastards built another nest. ANOTHER NEST. And how did I find this new nest? I painted it. Completely unaware. All I remember was that I put my brush to the deck, felt a vibration, saw about ten yellow jackets come at me, all the while biting and stinging me. Upon further investigation, I found out that they can do that – bite and sting at the same time – and NOT DIE. That’s a lesson learned for life.
I counted about twelve spots on my hand, wrist and foot.
Surprisingly, I didn’t even swear. But the kids were napping during this debacle, so I should have let some swears fly. Let’s just say Matt felt bad for me.
So, after I recovered, I went back out to continue on…but I steered clear of the stinging area. While I was inside sulking, Matt thought he had taken care of the nest, but it was no where near where I had gotten stung at.
Turns out those bastards BUILT TWO NESTS. TWO.
I painted the one. And it wasn’t until my neighbor came over to bullshit with Matt that he saw it, and then, being the wonderful neighbor he is, killed it.
Love thy neighbor.
And I got stain in my eye.
And I got sunburned.
Today wasn’t my day.
And tomorrow I get to wake up and do the same thing.
Hopefully without the yellow jackets.