Elbow Grease

In our continuing struggle to readify our lives for the warmth of the oncoming season -- man, it takes a lot to readify -- I finally found a window of opportunity to readify the deck.

It took a seriously long time to find the window.

I bought the weatherproofing stuff six weeks ago.

I hated to use a weekend to tackle a job like this, but the forecast for Saturday was high and dry and warm and windy and sunny so -- boom. Window open. Opportunity available.

Plus, I already had the stuff.

From six weeks ago.

Mistah helped me clear off the deck and I sanded and wiped and prepped and readied . . .

It's a glamorous job, deck readifying . . .

. . . and voilà. Awesome, right?

Yeah, no, me neither. I didn't think so either.

The wood is like dry skin. It needs moisturizer. Lots and and lots of moisturizer. I checked in with my friend the Mistah to confirm he'd be okay with *Sunday* having the deck be off-limits, too . . .

. . . and I had at it.

I mean, right?

Now we are Ready.

Bring it on.