Bobbi has been fretting over the posts that support our back porch. She kept warning me that they were rotting from14 years of sitting on concrete moistened by lawn sprinklers.
"Oh, it is probably not all that bad" I said. She has won this argument.
This is how I am spending my Friday off. Watching how right she was about this. When the house was built in 1994 there was apparently no code that required these things to be above water level. Now there is. So Steven Spensley and his crew are bringing us up to code and hopefully preventing our deaths in a structural collapse while reading the Journal in the cool summer mornings. (What a way to die....reading the morning Journal!)