am emotionally scarred by distinctly remember when we walked through our house for the very first time (before we even had any remote interest in buying this hot mess), the Texan and I stepped out onto its rickety old deck. After the requisite brief moment of panic that it was about to collapse under us, we were able to somehow, through our mortal terror, imagine that it could be a pretty sweet spot if you weren’t busy worrying for your life. Some might even venture so far as to say that the vision of what that back deck could be was the very thing that sold us on the house.
That was five years ago. We have trudged through all the other, more important, renovations, and the deck has sat at the bottom of the list, collecting cobwebs and dropping mystery screws all the while. We would stare forlornly out at it from the safety of our house. We would forbid the dogs from walking on it (because there was nothing more terrifying than seeing the way that thing shook and swayed from just one dog ambling across it). We would scream “NOOOOO!” in true horror film fashion when an unsuspecting guest would let themselves out onto it. I have become truly gifted at photographing around it so that it never really showed up in my blog posts. It has been our dirty little secret.
We always knew we would get to it eventually, but we just never really knew when. Then suddenly, about a month ago, from out of nowhere, the stars aligned. We pulled the trigger. I still can hardly believe it.
When the white dog came around the corner and discovered that her beloved deck was gone, she was sad….so, so sad….
The morning after demo, this was my view out the kitchen screen door:
Fortunately, the new deck started going up immediately.
My view from the kitchen screen door the next morning:
It probably goes without saying….but, despite what it seems in these photos, when the actual demo and construction was going on, our animals were all locked safely out of harm’s way. Please don’t let your pets stand under you when you are demo-ing your deck. Also–learn from my mistakes….don’t wear flip-flops in a construction zone. Trust me.
Also, though we did a large portion of the work ourselves, we did it under the guidance of a licensed contractor (and dear friend–THANK YOU does not cut it to him and to his family for all their help–YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!! You are the very best!). Thank yous also go out to our neighbors, who came to assist with the myriad heavy lifting and painting, and who put up with a lot of racket for several weeks. It truly takes a village (says the village idiot).
For now, this is all I’m going to show so that I can do a grand reveal (soon!) of the finished deck. Is it finished? As of this morning, I have about a dozen screw holes to patch, sand, and paint, and then, YES–the deck is finished.
The Deck of Death is finally the Deck of Destiny. True story.