Taking shape...

Never has a fluffy white puppy dog beset by anxiety been happier about a change to a back porch.  A back porch that is really beginning to take its new shape.

Amos can now gaze out upon his domain without nearing the dreaded GREEN grass.  Here, he was attempting to venture out on his business.  But he spent most of the day sticking his nose between the railings as Firewood Man worked to put them up.

The poor porch floor is now horribly muddy as well as scratched, but the new view makes up for the extra work on my most beloved restoration project.  Amos is filthy again, even though he was washed recently, because he remained ensconced on the floor between testing of the railings.

"We'll be finished tomorrow early afternoon," declared Tim.  I just smiled.

Whilst there is only one small section of the porch railing to do, he still has to do the new hand rail for the steps.  Being that it is a gazillion cuts on an angle ... and he loathes  angle cuts ... I think that is all he will manage to get accomplished.  The framing for the lattice below the porch, the lattice below the porch, and the lattice below the airing porch are still need installing.

When Firewood Man went out to fetch even more wood and supplies (GROAN), I used his very, very, very handing mid-sized ladder to clean out the gutter on the back and side of the garage near the ever green tree.  I have been wanting to do that for three years now, but really do not like standing on my own ladder.  The work took, perhaps, 15 minutes.  Due to the tree, those sections of the gutter were completely full with dirt and debris and did not channel any water to the back corner downspout.  I was also able to nail back one of the supports that had come loose.

Easy homeownership tasks are all that I am really up to now.  So, I am savoring this responsible owner victory.  For the rest of the day, mostly what I did was hand over a screw whenever Firewood Man was ready for one, since putting together a baluster railing requires many, many, many screws.

Despite needing to hastily depart after receiving a phone call from a friend in need, Firewood Man cleaned up the yard (strewn with new wood and old again) and tucked out of sight things for which we had no real place since his pick-up bed was needed tonight.  I swept all the dust and dirt I could off the porch, but I did not wash it down the way I wanted, since tomorrow's dew will mostly likely bring more footprints ... and dried mud ... as Tim works on the lower framing and lattice.

Each time Amos has gone outside, this evening, he has paused on the porch, sticking a nose through some balusters and sighing most contentedly.  Me, too, expect for the nose part.  Since Tim left, we've both napped.  Surely we will do so again before slipping beneath the covers for the "night."  More napping and and more savoring of a most welcome change in view.