Hi. It’s me, Sage.
Mr. Fifty Shades has been working on a project that was started in August. He decided that there was space that was being wasted underneath the west deck. So, he began to work. First the area needed to be leveled a bit so that a floor could be built to store push mowers and other important things, or at least Mr. Fifty Shades seems to think they’re important.
Then framing and floor installation for the new “mini-deck”.
As long as we’re at it, let’s add a wall and a new deck too!
You can’t have a wall without house wrap. Mrs. Fifty Shades calls Mr. Fifty Shades “The Rapper.” (For those of you younger than 60, that’s a joke)
You can see that the new wall is going to connect to an existing one so I told Mr. Fifty Shades he had better make sure everything matched or Mrs. Fifty Shades would make him live out there. So, he went to work on it:
Mrs. Fifty Shades said it was fine, for now, since it looks like it was part of the original house, but Mr. Fifty Shades better get to work and paint the gray part soon.
I’m glad he did a good job building it because I kind of had a problem the weekend before Thanksgiving. I was out minding my own business while on a walk around the property, like we do several times each day, when Mrs. Fifty Shades decided that checking for eggs in the chicken coop was more important than what I wanted to do. I showed her!!. Off I went, straight down, then up the hill. She let go of the leash, but that was after I pulled her to the ground and broke her wrist. I went running and playing along. (I still beat Mrs. Fifty Shades back to the house.) I think that new storage area is the doghouse where I might have to stay for a while. When I get out, though, there will be plenty of room for Mr. Fifty Shades the next time he does something stupid. (I bet I won’t have to stay long since it isn’t big enough for 2)
(By the way, since Mrs. Fifty Shades only has one arm to type with I asked Mr. Fifty Shades to type this for me.)
Until next time: Let’s be careful out there.