At moments, it feels like no progress is being made, yet I know it is. It's just the domino effect in action. The subfloor is almost finished. Just the master bathroom to finish off. But that can't be finished until the flooring is down in the other bathroom so that we have a working toilet. And the flooring in the other bathroom can't be put down until I can begin to lay the floor, which I can't do until the final sanding is done on the drywall mud. I can't ship the rehabbed antique stove in till I finish the flooring in the kitchen and the French doors are up so that we can fit the stove through the door. The French doors can't go in until the back deck is done, and I can't have the gas company set up the propane tank until the stove is here so they can hook it up. I think you get my drift.
The backyard deck is started and could have been finished yesterday but for the rain and the fact that the handyguy's 2-week-new compressor blew up on on him, so he left mid-afternoon, frustrated and not accomplishing what he wanted to accomplish for the day to take care of his compressor problem.
|Framing of the back deck with temporary posts.|
|Back deck just started.|
|Back deck with permanent posts.|
|Perimeter decking down.|
|Handyguy makes some nice cuts, doesn't he?|
|The 2 colors of decking material. Shutters will be painted in a matching "red."|
We bought a riding lawnmower to mow the 2-foot high weeds and I spent a good 2 hours outside yesterday getting a good start on that and feeling like I was accomplishing something, until the rain started and I had to stop. And then, when it was dry enough to start again, the brand-new, just-delivered-yesterday-morning lawnmower decided to take a poop with a big pop and a spark. Oh well. It's just the way life goes.
Today I head home for Passover for 4 days and a much needed visit with my dogs, chickens, and husband. I'll stop at Lowe's on the way out of town and ask them to come and pick up the dead lawnmower and either fix it or replace it. I'll order a few things the handyguy needs to tide him over till I get back on Thursday, and then I'll start down I-75 to head home to start cooking for Passover.
Dominoes. I never really played them as a child. I know why now.