Summertime and the living is easy.
Unless you own a summer camp.
Fifteen years ago I built a deck for the lake house. But to get around some zoning issues and the fact that the area is built on a rock shelf, I couldn’t put support piers into the ground. The whole deck (33 ft wide) floats and is supported by cement blocks. Over time, as the northeast winters freeze the ground, the deck has heaved into a wavy, uneven mess. This was the year to fix it. First, remove 1000 screws that have wormed their way deep into the wood. About half came out. The other half had to be broken and/or hack sawed. Then remove the supporting bolts to lower and heightened the corners as needed. But of course, half the bolts broke requiring more hack sawing. Bring in a couple more ‘heavier than hell’ cement supports (they were a lot lighter 15 years ago!) , cut and toenail in 12 joist supports and then screw all the top boards back on. It took us two 12 hour, backbreaking days to get it done. It took me 3 days to recuperate from all my aches and pains. And unfortunately all that work and only 1/3 of the deck is done. Then it will all need to be re-stained.
Two years ago Martha wanted to remove the carpeting in the dining area. We peaked under a corner and saw wood flooring. Great! Until it all came up and we saw this.
Yep, they had run out of planks and so finished the floor with whatever non-matching wood they had left. For the last 2 years Martha has been chirping at me to re-finish the floor. I wanted to use wide plank pine, she wanted an engineered, easy to maintain floor. We have looked for over a year and finally agreed on something so time to start that job.
Friday we were going to drive up and get the floor done together but on Thursday night we put out a skunk trap (yes, still dealing with a skunk issue at home) and actually caught one. Unfortunately the pest control people could not come until Friday afternoon to relocate the animal so I went alone to do the floor while Martha waited at home, babysitting the skunk. By and large it was not a difficult job but very hard on my old weak knees.
Martha arrived just as I was doing the finishing touches (of course) and had a list of “smaller” jobs for the rest of the weekend. Build shelves in the garage. Check. Fix broken gutter. Check. Mow lawn. Check. Meanwhile Martha was busy replacing some rusty old faucets, shampooing the carpets, painting shutters and hanging new lighting fixtures, a garage sale bargain.
Occasionally we would take a break, sit in our Adirondack chairs overlooking the lake, sipping iced tea and wonder what it must be like to have a little mountain place to get away to and relax.
We have no idea.