August 21, 2021

White Dog rested on the bed; she watched Steve and crew checking items off the "to do" list of yard tasks. She looked curious as the team walked up the ramp, stomping their feet and stopped frequently to touch and hand press on the lumber of the structure and railings. Just outside the patio doors, they stopped by the downspout.

"Here, dad," Roman called out. "These boards are going to need replacing." Steve sighed, took a few quick measurements, and made some notes on his clipboard. "Maybe we should be wearing hard hats," Zsofia wooed. "Like you do when you are on a job site."

It seems some planking on our deck is being attacked with dry rot and will need replacing. Today's job was to asses the extent, make sure all unsafe areas are blocked from use, and determine the cost and manpower requirements. "You can do it, dad," Roman said encouragingly. "It will depend on how much replacing needs to be done and if I can find someone to come in and spray fungacide. It is a time consideration but also I need to find out more about the spray and whether you all will need to be kept off of the deck while it soaks in and dries. I do not want any of you falling or ingesting something that will make you sick."

"Let's go back inside and do the calculations," Zso suggested. "You can compute and we can have treats."