Except for a few finishing touches, the deck is now finished. And while my pictures don't do it justice, the difference it makes to the back of our house is phenomenal. The difference it makes to my mental health is phenomenal. As you can see, the back of our house was once a sad and sorry sight. The concrete slab, the lack of sun, the naked redneck baby carrying a traffic cone. We don't even know his name. He just stood there in our driveway for years, clutching his little cone and packet of chewing tobacco, sipping on a flat Pabst Blue Ribbon. We thought, maybe if we just got a deck ...
And then the uncles and cousin came, bearing wood and screws and joists and shims, and COLOR & LIGHT. And a deck was born.
And the people drank beer and wine and ate Larry's eggplant Parmesan (except for Joe, who ate pizza). And they were very happy.
Thank you, Greg, for your meticulous design, planning and execution of this project. You are my dream contractor, not to mention one hell of an uncle. Thank you, Joe, for being your awesome self and taking time away from your own laundry list of home improvement projects (and thank you, Alice, for lending him to us) to get this done so quickly, and thank you, Eddie, for bringing your time and vast array of knowledge and expertise to this task; you are the ultimate problem solver. You guys are my heroes.
Come hang out on our deck any time.
Amanda O'Brien is the author and sole proprietress of Blabbermouse, a blog she launched in February of 2005.