That seems to be my quote of the day lately, but I'm trying to stay positive -- honest I am. It's just that sometimes, the whole, overwhelming mess of it all just comes a crashin' down.
My Charles' friend, Mike, stopped by to help us out the weekend before last. They worked super duper hard. I'm sure there was lots of grumbling and cursing and such, but they got a lot done. You may not be able to tell by this picture, but they really did.
They managed to get the sliding glass door out, frame and all, in a totally whole, unbent-like way, so we're hoping we'll be able to reuse it and save some dough. Part of the ledger board underneath the door had dry rot, so that got replaced.
The plywood in my office that was water damaged is now gone and whole, clean-smelling pretty plywood is in its place, eagerly awaiting the return of the subfloor on top of it. The dryrotted beams are replaced, too, so all of the icky stuff is gone, gone, gone.
As you can see, the deck is completely removed in front of my office. The paneling on the outside of the house is just tacked-up as we wait for a bit of a consultation from a professional about the best way to reinstall the door without killing ourselves in the process.
But, at least we have progress! We've just been so beat from the work-house-take care of ailing parent grind that we took last weekend off.
We did get a sail shade up, though. It's not that pretty currently, but then, neither is the house, and it's making it much, much cooler inside. Usually, by noon, the house is baking in the sun and continues to do so until about 4:00 p.m. Now, the house is enjoying the shade. Seriously, mid-afternoon, I could burn my hand by laying it on the door. Our energy bills should be helped a LOT. (My original plan was for a white sail to go with our future sage green house with bright white trim, but this was only sixty bucks and came in hunter green or sand, so I chose sand. Because of the incredibly dry air this year, the red dirt puffs up when you look at it, so maybe sand is just as well. White would have turned this color within a few days anyway. By the way, if I was going to get an awning and price wasn't an option, I'd get one of these. )
All this work has been causing the pup to feel neglected. I think the weekend off helped him too. Here he is looking at me on the other side of the door, silently asking me why I have to be outside doing stuff so often without him.
So while we're tired, we're making headway, and we're feeling a push to be done with the outside stuff. There are indications from the wildlife hereabouts that are pointing to an early autumn, so we really have to get crackin'!
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