Neurosurgeon By Day ...
Jun. 17th, 2013 09:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodyrosemccoyDad built me a deck!
He says it's for me, but I suspect it is also self-interest. It's right on the edge of my garden, anyway. And while the construction process was a bit awkward, what with Dad's tendency to stomp all over my garden and to assume that the sight of him building a deck is so enthralling that Mom or I ought to sit out there and watch him spend 8 hours fiddling every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.* Also, he suggested I put pots of geraniums on it, to which I casually noted that there are other plants I'd prefer, which apparently translated to "I HATE GERANIUMS AND ALSO FUCK YOU," so yeah, communication has been an issue.
But there's no denying that it was needed. Not so much the deck part, but the steps leading off it into my garden. The previous stairs were so warped that they were starting to look sort of Eschery, and it's hard enough to garden at a mountainous angle without the complication of nonEuclidean geometry. Not to mention the ever-present threat of tibial fractures.
So I am glad he did it. And it's a very nice deck, with fake redwood boards and copper accents. And I can put some plants on and around it! Just not geraniums, dammit. I am apparently remaining firm on that point. Go figure.
*Astute readers might wonder why I say "watch" and not, perhaps, "help." You are right to wonder, but I will explain: Helping would not work so well--both because I don't understand how to make cooperation happen, and because Dad is so insanely meticulous that even if you do try to help you largely wind up watching him check and recheck his math until one of you passes out from heatstroke.
He says it's for me, but I suspect it is also self-interest. It's right on the edge of my garden, anyway. And while the construction process was a bit awkward, what with Dad's tendency to stomp all over my garden and to assume that the sight of him building a deck is so enthralling that Mom or I ought to sit out there and watch him spend 8 hours fiddling every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.* Also, he suggested I put pots of geraniums on it, to which I casually noted that there are other plants I'd prefer, which apparently translated to "I HATE GERANIUMS AND ALSO FUCK YOU," so yeah, communication has been an issue.
But there's no denying that it was needed. Not so much the deck part, but the steps leading off it into my garden. The previous stairs were so warped that they were starting to look sort of Eschery, and it's hard enough to garden at a mountainous angle without the complication of nonEuclidean geometry. Not to mention the ever-present threat of tibial fractures.
So I am glad he did it. And it's a very nice deck, with fake redwood boards and copper accents. And I can put some plants on and around it! Just not geraniums, dammit. I am apparently remaining firm on that point. Go figure.
*Astute readers might wonder why I say "watch" and not, perhaps, "help." You are right to wonder, but I will explain: Helping would not work so well--both because I don't understand how to make cooperation happen, and because Dad is so insanely meticulous that even if you do try to help you largely wind up watching him check and recheck his math until one of you passes out from heatstroke.
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Date: 2013-06-18 02:52 pm (UTC)Bummer about the miscommunication, but I'm glad you've got a nice deck and euclidean stairs now.