It seemed like a good idea at the time …. II.

We have the pleasure, or should I say the obligation of an above ground swimming pool in our backyard. It is in version three of its thirty-three seasons. The deck surrounding it has been there in part all thirty-three years along with a lot of cobbling along the way. Last fall, as we were getting ready to close it for the winter, a vote was taken as to whether it was going to continue to be this monument in our backyard. My vote was for its retirement. After all of those seasons serving as cabana boy, constantly monitoring the chemical balance, keeping the water levels right and often biweekly vacuuming, I was ready for retirement myself. Since I seldom vacuum inside the house and only grudgingly, I was instead vacuuming a tank of water. Of course, I lost the vote five to one when my wife recruited my two daughters and both grandchildren to swing the vote.

And so, I conceded and prepared for closing. After struggling with a way too old structure, it became obvious that the deck, at the least, needed to be resurfaced. After a bit of investigation, it was further decided, by a one-sided vote, that the rails and stairs would have to go as well. This was now a major job. Time for negotiations. It was decided, after a family meeting, that the rebuild would be done in the spring prior to opening the pool. My crew was recruited and now consisted of my two friends and neighbors as well as my son-in-law and soon to be another son-in-law. All four had been vetted and were skilled enough to make this a doable job.

Like all plans laid out too far in advance and dependent on multiple variables, we crossed our fingers and set April 16th as our start date and wrap up by May 1st. What could go wrong? Why Coronavirus pandemic and social distancing of course. As April 1st approached, it was clear there was going to be no crew working on my deck.

Now a sane man would have thrown in the towel. If it lasted thirty-three years, why couldn’t it last another one. That is what a sane man would have done, but after a month and a half of isolation, that’s what I wasn’t. I was itching for something on which to focus all that pent up energy. And so, the decision was made. It was now a one many crew, me. The problem I was facing, besides the one-man crew thing, was the pool opening date of May 31^st. That gave me a month and a half to get it done. And so, as the calendar rolled around to April 1^st, appropriate date, the materials were ordered and demolition began.

Demolition took the better part of four days as the old deck and rails were not ready to come off easily. Eventually, the old deck was gone, the underpinnings trimmed back to the original frame and the rails dismantled and removed. They now formed a sizable heap of debris on my lower deck, where I would continue to stumble over time and time again as I started  the rebuild. At this point, quarantine and social distancing was a good thing as far fewer people were subjected to the all too frequent colorful metaphors emanating from the job site.

The first of four truckloads of materials arrived on day five just as I was ready to start phase two, rebuild. After what seemed like four hundred trips from the driveway down the side hill to the deck area, I had managed to get the framing materials and most of the decking down to my one-man construction site. I think this would be the appropriate place to remind my readers that I am, by AARP standards, old. I was clearly not in the shape I was in my twenties when I did my construction stint. Four-hour shifts were the plan and on those days when I reached six or seven hour runs, my body reminded me of my misplaced confidence.

But I soldiered on. When attempting to do framing alone, one must be creative on how to cut, hold and attach eight to ten foot long 2 x 8 planks. Without bragging, I used every technique I could and did develop some very ingenious ways to accomplish the task. Day 6,7 and 8 saw the new frame begin to take shape. Decking was next. Day 9,10 and 11 were used to get the majority of the deck boards laid and secured. All that now remained was the rail system.

As I am writing this, I have completed day 14. Except for the stairs and gate, still waiting for delivery, the deck is pretty much complete. At the beginning of this project, I was concerned that I might not even survive. Ironically, I would have avoided COVID-19 and then succumbed to my quarantine project. When I view the completed deck, I can’t help but soak in this sense of pride for the accomplishment. Not bad for an old guy.

Now, if only this quarantine would be lifted, we could actually have guests over and use the pool and its grand deck. Unfortunately, until that day, it remains a piece of art. An impressive piece of art but still, an empty deck begging for a post coronavirus party.
Good news, just for reading this, you are invited to the party. Bring a suit.