Calamity
“Oh, no!” I said, when the carpenter who had come to repair the deck told me the repair was beyond him.
“It’s bad,” he said. “The job is way too big for me. Your deck is rotting and pulling away from the house. You are gonna have to get someone in construction.”
I was appalled, since I had at least 4 other people offer to fix it at a decent price.
“This is gonna cost you a lot of money, I’m afraid.”
“Do you know anybody,” I said.
“No, but I will be happy to help you look.”
I had already gone into an emotional state of “ugh.”
“It’s probably best if you give me a day to get over the shock,” I told him.
I’ve lived here 38 years and never had any structural damage before.
“I can’t get a deck person?” Was my next question.
“No, this involves more than your deck.”
So here I am, facing a torn-up deck with no one to come in and do extensive and expensive repairs.
The next step is totally unclear. I will have to be patient since a long holiday weekend is coming up and rain is forecast for the next few weeks.
Ugh and double ugh.
Vicki Woodyard
I just despise home repairs, even if the consolation is that it increases the value of the home. I had a deck like that once. I swallowed hard and paid the price. It was worth it because I enjoyed many more years sitting on that deck watching the owls.
I don’t have any choice. It has cost me hundreds, only to find out that no one has fixed it properly. The carpenter today was honest. He said it was beyond his capacity to repair. Now I have to find the appropriate people to do it right.