From Heatwave to Hoodie: Yard Work Chronicles and a Deck Drama Unfolding

Written August 21, 2025

Hello Dear Readers,

Just last week, we were sweating through a hurricane-induced heatwave. Now? I’m out mowing the lawn in a hoodie, wondering if I should’ve brought a scarf and mittens too. The weather, in its infinite flair for drama, decided to fast-forward into fall mode without so much as a polite warning.

When I started mowing, it was cold enough to make me question all my summer life choices. But after an hour of pushing the mower like it owed me money, I finally peeled off the hoodie. Two more hours of mowing later, I was borderline ready for a popsicle. Who needs a gym membership when your yard doubles as a workout arena?

Funny thing—I remember the final week of last year roasting in 100°F while my wife and I were clearing the deck like caffeinated squirrels. Yes, skiing around the house in triple-digit weather. (Don’t ask, just know it involved leaf blowers and poor life decisions.)

This summer’s been milder. Mornings are now dipping below 60°F, and we’re bracing for more of that crisp, early autumn air. The upside? Cooler temps mean slower lawn growth. I live for those rare weeks when I can skip mowing without guilt. Earlier this summer, a cold snap bought me a guilt-free mowing sabbatical. It was glorious.

But, of course, nature’s always got backup plans. Just when the grass slows down, the trees start shedding like a stressed-out cat. Leaves everywhere. My wife was out vacuuming the lawn last weekend (yes, vacuuming—welcome to modern suburban warfare) because the tree decided it was done for the year. Between the cold and the lack of rain, it’s shedding faster than last year, and I have a sneaky suspicion it’s not done yet.

She’s been the MVP of yard maintenance lately—mowing every weekend like it’s her side hustle. I was secretly hoping things would slow down for her. She works like a machine during the week and somehow still finds time to tame the wilderness behind our house every weekend.

Oh, and let’s not forget the deck drama. Our stairs broke. Why? Because some genius (bless their heart) built the original deck using a massive tree as a support beam. Great idea—until we had to cut the tree down to avoid, you know, destroying the house foundation. Surprise! No tree, no support, no stairs.

Now we’ve got a leaning fence, a wonky path, and stairs that whisper “danger” with every step. My wife is researching stair repairs like she’s prepping for a TED Talk. She suspects we’ll need a post-hole digger to do it right, and she’s even thinking of swapping the deck boards bit by bit with PVC boards. She’s not an expert—yet—but if I know her, she will be by next weekend.

Honestly, I just hope the yard doesn’t throw us another plot twist before the week’s out.

The Adventure of Deck Painting

Written September 15, 2024

Hello Dear Readers,

The more we worked on this project, the more stripping the paint off our deck turned out to be a much bigger job than we had anticipated. When we began removing the paint, I discovered several layers of old paint underneath. It made me wonder if the wood beneath was still in good condition or had started to rot. My wife meticulously inspected each deckboard to check for soft spots. We found one completely rotten board hidden beneath all the paint.

She reminded me that our deck is over twenty years old, so it’s not surprising that it’s showing its age. She’s already considering replacing it with PVC boards, but that’s a project for the future. We’re trying to maintain it as best we can. The deck stairs also need repairs, so we’re budgeting to replace the whole thing in the next five years.

Because of her busy schedule, I’ve taken on most of the paint-stripping work, tackling it bit by bit. This is our first time attempting a project like this, so we’ve been turning to YouTube and blogs for guidance. There is so much content in removing paint from the decking, and it’s pleasant to discover how much you can learn from the internet. My wife even bought some materials to patch up the deck, determined to prevent rot from setting in. We’re learning as we go, making plenty of mistakes, but we’re figuring things out one step at a time. My wife, in particular, seems to enjoy the challenge of finding solutions to these problems. She believes you can learn something valuable from every experience. She also sees no learning as a waste.

I’m just glad she’s happy. I’ve been listening to audiobooks while I work, trying to fit this project in between my other tasks. The weather finally seems to be cooperating, so I’m tackling a few boards each day, hoping the paint stripper works as well as we need it to. It’s a slow process, but I’m optimistic we’ll get it done and have our deck looking good again soon.