It was windy today. My porch sagged just a bit more. The riser on the bottom step came undone--perhaps it already was and we were just propping it back into place, actually. Hard to recall. Flopped onto the stoop. I saw it on my way out to get the girls from school. Billy saw it too. Said something, pointing. I wanted to apologize to him for the fact that our house was so run down--it isn't, but the porch really is. His brow furrowed and we picked up the board together. Genetics run deep with that one, with my father the woodworker and Mike's father the carpenter (Jeff builds houses, my dad builds furniture). Grunting, he pats it after I put it in place, like he's telling it to stay put.
We're working on borrowed time here.
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Telling it to stay put -- kinda like telling the waves at the beach to stop. :)
Oh, 'Billy' is so cute!
I had to replace my porch floor last summer. Sigh. I had been turning a blind eye for 10 years.
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