Yesterday was Day One of Vic & the Magic Van. James the steel guy called me last night and we worked out the measurements question. "Worked out" means that James said to do our best and call him with the measurements when we are done, and he'll cut the steel to fit. Sort of what I expected him to say.
So here's what my back step area looked like when I got home from work:
I should have taken a photo from inside the house, looking out/down, but I didn't think of it. It is an odd view, though, looking down into seven holes. I stood in the kitchen with a firm grasp on Greta's collar and opened the doors. She did the beginnings of a lunge out the door but then realized the steps were gone. She stretched her neck out... sniffing... perplexed. Yes... yes, something here is different.
She of course thinks its a party to get to go out the front door (on a leash -- I'm not crazy-- ) all the time now.
And then there's this view of supplies, stacked in my carport:
Bagged concrete. And I think that is only about half of what he needs; I'm not sure. What I am sure of, however, is that it definitely looks like work!
The last vestiges of the old wooden deck lie in the foreground of the second photo. Fortunately bulk trash picks up on Monday, so I don't have to have that around for long.
Once again I was surprised by how much Vic can accomplish in a day. I mean, he's just one guy. Although, he does have the Magic Van.
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