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So much thinking…

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Work has resumed on the front porch replacement and there’s a whole lotta thinking goin’ on.

( If you read that while humming Jerry Lee Lewis, you’re my people)

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As I mentioned before, my husband is not a contractor. Not a builder by any means.

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He’s never worked with composite decking before… and if you think it’s as simple as laying wooden deck boards you’d be wrong.

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Our old deck had small wooden boards running vertically, from lawn to house. That’s what the frame was set up for. So of course my husband decided to run the new ones horizontally because it means less cutting and measuring.

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And while he added a few more supports, he didn’t make them 16” on center like you’re supposed to. More on this mistake later…

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And since he changed the plan, he now has to picture frame the boards which means mitered corners.

This has never been his strong suit and just one of the reasons why I wanted to wait for a professional to tackle this project.

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I cursed him with every step.

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From the back of the garage…

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To the back yard…

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Down the cobwebbed staircase of doom…

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And across the entire length of our nightmare, packed to the rafters basement….

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I cursed him.

On all of the 23 trips it took me to clear my patio table of his crap boxed up treasure.

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It may not look like much, but the boxes weighed a ton and I have a bad knee.

Explanation for my cursing?

A patio table belongs on the patio. Or in our case, on the back deck. But right after we relocated it to the garage… when the contractor replaced the deck last year… my husband piled a bunch of crap stuff on it. I’ve been after him for, count them… eleven! months to move his crap things.

Eleven months.

But our deck was still bare.

So last week I dragged every last piece of crap off the table and back down to the basement.

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If anyone needs 74 old issues of Life magazine? I’m your girl.

But after that workout?

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Success.

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News you can’t use.

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Still here.

Still useless.

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Proof positive people will buy anything.

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Yeah, it’s always the last place you look.

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Because we all need another one of those.

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Yikes.

For once I’m glad my plumbing is female.

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Because we keep voting for them, that’s why.

But seriously, the creature can live without its head for 30 days. You have to admit, that’s impressive.

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The one where His Lordship examines the progress.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is not happy with the constant remodeling noise, but his curiosity gene is strong enough to warrant a quick exploration of the project when my husband takes a break.

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Checking out the missing siding.

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Walking balance beam.

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Attacking a clamp.

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And looking in the window he usually looks out are all on the menu.

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As is using the new pea gravel for a litter box.

Though we probably won’t share that part with my husband.

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It’s almost as bad as moving.

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The horrible old carpet was gone, the lush new carpet was laid… and then it was time for the (not so) fun part.

Putting everything that we’d moved out back in.

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It’s no wonder people rarely change their flooring.

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It really is like moving.

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And I don’t know anyone who enjoys that.

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My husband and a friend moved all the major pieces.

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Slowly, carefully… and thankfully without mishap.

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And once our bed was put back together..

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And the doors reattached, I got busy with everything else.

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Now that’s more like it.

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What’s blooming?

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Let’s take a walk around the garden, shall we….

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Candy cane dianthus.

Almost good enough to eat.

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A tri color pot of begonias on the kitchen porch.

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A red astilbe, clashing with the barn red barn.

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Pink astible out back.

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I love the blooms on these flowers. They’re delightfully weird.

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I can’t remember what kind of daisies these are, but they’re doing well and no one is eating them… so I really don’t care.

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Purple bee balm.

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A fabulous magenta shade.

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Something purple.

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Something red.

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And something wonderful the woodchucks nibbled down to a nub shortly after I took the picture.

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My tootsies are tickled, even if my wallet isn’t.

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Weeee!

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Bye bye flat and awful industrial grade dusty rose horror the previous owners laid….

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Welcome soft, plush, hella expensive but worth it Karastan Instinctive Flair Renoir Bisque.

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Seriously, until you walk on this barefoot you can’t begin to know what I’m talking about. It’s smooth and silky and sheer perfection.

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The installers were here for 6 hours, working nonstop… and they did a really nice job.

So nice, my husband took them out to the man cave/Barn Mahal for a cold beer.

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And then proceeded to show them all his treasures.

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They were a captive audience.

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Let’s play.

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It’s only a minute out of your busy day…

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That’s easy.

If I die tomorrow? I don’t want a big funeral, a church service or family and friends crying over my passing.

Scatter my ashes someplace I loved, raise a glass and say, “She made me laugh.”

There isn’t nearly enough of that these days.

How about you?

What should we say after you’re gone….

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