The girl and I were at the Tea House, where the boy works, for our usual Saturday tea, and in walked my dad. The girl lit up like a Christmas tree. She sure loves her Gramps.
He came to check out the deck. Said it looks good and sturdy, but then began to ask the questions I should have been asking myself.
How are you going to move it? “uuuhhhhhh”
Your yard isn’t level, whatch’ gonna’ do about that? “uuuhhhhhhh”
How are you going to tear it apart? “uuuuuhhhhhhhh”
Who is going to do the work? “uuuuhhhhhhh”
Obviously, I had not planned beyond my men doing some manual labor and enjoying the end product. Unfortunately, Superman works 2 jobs, and the boy is looking for a second. I could do it myself, but that just isn’t going to happen. Maybe 5 years ago, but not today.
I could hire out, but parting me from my money is something that isn’t done easily. Some call me cheap, some call me frugal, and some just make fun. But that is a story for a different day.
We tossed around some ideas, but it was the general consensus that we not take the deck.
I am bummed…..seriously bummed.
Now to tell the nice neighbor man.
I’m sending Superman to do my dirty work.
That’s what superheros are for, right???