Our deck is at least as old as I am. (According to my dad; something about plank thickness or how the wood was cut—look, I’m all hopped up on new allergy meds and wasn’t exactly listening, but the man built his own airplane so if he tells me my deck could be original to the house I believe him.)
I think for our age I’ve fared way better. The old deck had deteriorated enough that using it became a game of “let’s see how much I can make it wobble by walking on it!” or, my favorite, “I wonder if these stairs will collapse as I climb them!”
So my dad’s in town this week to build us a new one. He’s replacing this:
And after we’re done working hard…
…okay, after some of us are done working hard we’ll have a new space to enjoy and share. The new deck fits in perfectly with my plan to make our house more a home this year. You’ll join me for a beer on it when it’s done, won’t you?