Fortunately, Amos (left) and Trevor (right) did not get too woozy while demolishing our deck yesterday.
They did discover a lot of stuff underneath that could have been built better for withstanding the snow that comes flying off our roof every year.
One pier stood idle under there for all these years, while joists could have used some support underneath for whenever the big dumps went thump on the trex above.
I can't remember all the terms I learned yesterday, but it was definitely vocabulary overkill as Amos told me in carpenter talk what he was gonna do while constructing a new deck.
In my mind, it's all boards, beams, cement and metal, but in a builder's perspective, those items all have specific names. I'm sure that knowledge would be helpful when ordering materials.
I also learned that those big support boards are not spelled like my sister-in-law's name. Sorta like my revelation when I learned as a full-fledged adult that they weren't "bringing in the sheep or were they sheets?" when church people sang that classic.
Anyway, while doing a little pulling and front-deck logging, Trevor, who, along with Dad Walkington built our dog run last year, found one live and wiggly salamander and several deceased yellow finches, including a nest of babies probably a cache for Jonas Cat's later consumption.
Other than that, there wasn't too much strange stuff hidden down there.
Now, we have the front door locked so nobody inadvertently steps out into no deck to walk. They would be pretty grimy if they did.
A week from now, if all goes right, the sight out the front door ought to be pretty once again with a Walkington Const., Inc. cedar deck, and I'll have some decorative work to do---which I don't mind one bit.
In other news, I must tell my sister-in-law Mary that Moosie sez hello this morning. She and I are developing a daily relationship, it seems.
And, I didn't have to walk far this morning to yell "Hi" to her. First, clue came just as I left the driveway and walked about 30 feet south on South Center Valley Road.
Fresh moosie marbles.
"Hmmm, she must be around," I said out loud.
About 20 steps further and there she was at the south edge of our place. She simply stood and looked back at me when I greeted her.
Too bad. No camera.
But, the kids on the school bus got to see her, as I pointed her direction and the driver stopped the bus briefly.
Moosie didn't get too excited. She just meandered (as moose are supposed to do, right?) into Kauble's wetlands. As I walked on, I saw her stop and begin to feed on bushes.
When I returned, she was still there nibbling away, and when I walked into the house, I told Bill to look down Love Canal from his spot at the table.
Moosie was definitely in her own little world, content and comfortable in that itchy hide as much as any moose can be.
I'm wondering if she has plans to come and assist Trevor and Amos today when they pour cement for the deck.
We have a nice Thursday in store after a 20-percenter that began yesterday afternoon and continued for several hours. It again was one of those 20-percenters that made me glad we didn't get a 100-percenter.
This morning we're surrounded by Lakes Would-be-Gone, and I'm hoping they are by evening cuz it sure is squishy walking out there in the yard.
Guess that's all for now. Another day with a full buffet of stuff to do.
Happy Thursday.
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