I'm Only the Trombone Player

All Hands On Deck

Yesterday, Lenore pointed out that the back brick stoop was deteriorating and that we would need to replace it.

Then she said the magic words, "Maybe we should consider that small deck you were talking about."

Not getting too excited, I calmly replied, "Yeah, maybe", and went back to writing an email.

I did open the plans and materials list that had been languishing on my hard drive for at least two years.

It'll be a small deck, off the kitchen door, one step down. Around 6 feet x 10 feet, just enough for a small table.

Breakfast on the deck.

Time to order some wood.