It has been at least 40 years since the last time my little house was porchless. She feels a little naked, and more than a bit embarrassed.
"It's ok, little house," I say, " you have excellent bone structure."
I went to work one day, and when I came, home the porch was lying on the ground in an exhausted heap. In an attempt to keep costs as low as possible, I am acting as day laborer for my builder. He makes a mess, I clean it up. So, with an adult beverage in one hand and a Sawzall in the other, I went to work throwing the old porch away. (to be honest, the adult beverage was not in hand until the job was done. it was the thought of an icy vodka tonic that got me to the bottom of the pile.)
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| They just don't build 'em like they used to... |
Next time, we will explore further the old timey use of cardboard as insulation, as well as the relaxed building standards of a time gone by.
Join me, won't you?
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