Shirtless men and construction
A few weeks ago, we hired a very nice guy to build a roof over our deck. It was a fantastic week filled with Russians, no shirts and lots of hot sunny days.
Our deck, if you can remember, faces the west and had absolutely no protection from the elements, mainly: the sun.
In a nutshell, we’d go out there only if it was overcast and we’d last a few minutes.
It was too windy and we went through four or five umbrellas.
It was awful. And for 6 years we suffered. And never used the space. Like, ever. And that’s not being dramatic.
Amongst the issues, the guy who built the second deck wasn’t too bright and built our stairs to basically resemble a death trap. The steps were maybe 6 inches wide. My kids would fall down them.
They shouldn’t dip down like that.
It was so dangerous.
So what was our solution? Just don’t use them. Ever.
Let’s recap. We spent hard earned money on a second deck with stairs that could injure you and never used the end product.
Yah, real nice.
So we said enough, and paid more hard earned money to fix the stairs and then build the roof.
Guys. It’s almost life changing how awesome it is.
Complete with a half naked baby, can you see the shade? The unrelenting sun being blocked by the amazing roof?
We can sit on our deck and eat lunch.
We can sit on our deck in comfort.
We can go down the stairs without fear.
And a gate, finally, that works!
And finally, we can move on to phase two. We can get someone to come out and pour concrete for us underneath the deck and get rid of all those awful concrete slabs that the kids trip over all the time. Maybe even clean up the toys so it doesn’t look like a yard sale.
It’s an extension of our house. And I couldn’t be happier!
Now on to phase two!