Thanks to those who expressed concerns about my mental or physical state after my last post, titled "Decay."
The wood in that photo is the bottom of one side of my pool pump house and it dismays me to see it, since the repair will likely cost a bit more than I'd care to spend on a pump house I have never liked anyway. The guy who built it must have been 8 feet tall and skinny as a rail. In order to service the pump, backwash it, turn off the motor or get it restarted when it fails, one has to be a tall, thin acrobat who is so limber as to be perfect for a Cirque du Soleil production. Clearly, I am only one of those - tall (although that is changing too....part of that 'decay' thing, I guess.)
If I'd had any sense back when we bought this house 30 years ago, I'd have had that pump house replaced with something that allowed a person of moderate size to walk around all sides of the pump without having to dodge or step over pipes. I'd also love to know how to make it spider proof, since every time I open the door I have to use a broom to clear the cobwebs and their residents.......ew...ick...ugh. Bug sprays are only temporary; don't ask me how I discovered that.
Wedding plans and discussions about them have been taking nearly all my attention for the past 2-3 months. They are not for the faint of heart; I can tell you that with NO hesitation.
However, my daughter has done an amazing job in a very short time and it all comes to fruition on Saturday next. You probably will not hear from me again until it is all over.