Big Deck Adventures-Part 3


Big deck adventures continued this weekend as our new deck at our Hamilton home took shape.


The biggest challenge was setting the posts at an even height. I wanted a deck just off the ground, so this required digging 9 holes about 1.5 feet deep! Lots of dirt to move. And, since we're in the city, no back paddock (field, you Americans) to shove the unused dirt. So, I think we moved all dirt in this 10ft by 10ft space a total of 6.3 times! Ugh.


Keeping in mind all neighbourhood cats are using the newly turned earth as a fresh toilet! It never fails - - uncover some new dirt by planting a new plant or something and the local cats are there to test it out. Okay, our cats are there to test it out too. This means inevitably you get a little prize when you are digging the dirt 6.3 times on average! Eeuuw!


Another lovely thing is our cats love the feel of the dirt on their fur/skin. Pele especially - -- he loves, particularly, to do this in the middle of the night and then crawl into bed beside me. Not a nice surprise to feel little speckles of dirt on his fur when he gives me a cuddle while half awake. Eeuuw!


So, by the end of the day on Sunday, we actually were able to lay down the deck boards, so it looks 'real' now. The only issue...... as you can tell from the picture we are REALLY close to our neighbours and can see into their windows now! Ahh, the joys of city living. Nothing a few big bushes planted on our side of the fence won't solve....


Anyway, we are taking a few weeks off at the beach and back into it to finish the job on 8 June. The final chapter will come through then. . . .. I know you can't wait!


Heather


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Anonymous said…
i thought you'd like some exciting commentary on your big d__k! looks very cozy. too bad about the cats though!
May 22, 2007 at 9:28 PM
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