Every fall Billy steals me away from the shop for some home improvement project. This year it's the deck, constructed in the early 80s.
The structure itself is still sound but the surface has gotten progressively worse over the years to where it's now downright hazardous. It wouldn't last another year. The stairs are nothing short of treacherous, flimsy and falling apart.
This is what we've been doing since the 19th of September ...
My first ever concrete form, the 18 bags that proceeded to kick my 5'0 115 lb. *** and my first poured and finished slab ...
We unscrewed the form yesterday morning and it turned out great!! Zeus approves!
Then we finished cutting and installing the new treads. Except for the cable railing, the new staircase, four feet west of the old one (to allow a wall later for closing in the carport) is DONE.
After two weeks of carrying and cutting 2x12x16s, digging post holes, mixing concrete and more screwing than I ever did as a youngster

.... I feel like I went ten rounds with George Foreman! Even my soul hurts after this project.
We still have ten sheets of new 3/4" BCS plywood to put on top but we're both pretty proud of how it looks so far for a couple of metal workers.
Last night he tells me "You can go work in the shop tomorrow if you want."
****, I need to go back to work just so I can rest up!!