Big Deck Adventures-The Final Chapter


We've done it! Rod and I have decided in retirement, we're going to go around building decks. Man, we're good! We finished yesterday with a flurry of the nail gun (my weapon of choice...) and the finished product looks great, I must say.
Only thing left to do is a bit of dirt movement (make that ONE MORE TIME for the movement of the dirt!) and hauling some grey riverstones in to surround the edges. But, these might be more like August timeframe projects.....
When I mentioned the retirement career as deck builders, Rod said he was keen as long as all decks were built at waist height . . . . this would mean he wouldn't have to bend over. He's only 38, but his back is shot. Oh well, nothing a fortnightly (two weeks, you Americans) massage and a wheatie won't solve.
Okay, Americans, the wheatie is a NZ invention we just discovered last month after 8 years on the island! It is a bag of wheat husks. You put it in the microwave for 2.5 minutes with a mug of water. The husks absorb the moist heat and you put it on your sore spots. It's lovely becuase it molds to your body. People also heat them up and put them under their covers in the winter before they hop into bed - - - - a symptom of having no proper heating. The wheatie sounds sweet, but I'd rather have central air!!!!
Speaking of which, we just had our first 'winter' weather this week and I am now relegated to being chilly until about . . . . Oct 1. That's NZ in the winter. It doesn't snow here, but it is so damp that the chill goes right thru you. And, the vast majority of homes do not have heat like we know it in the US. Just plug a little heater in the wall and you'll be fine! Ahuh....
Well, that's all for now. No more adventures to report at the moment.
Heather

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