When considering a renovation, demolition is the most appealing aspect of the job. This came to light as I was chatting with a fellow demolition expert, “Piane,” regarding the fact that approved destruction of something is rather cathartic.
This meandering reminded me of the moment I could no longer tolerate the playhouse in our backyard. Built for the children, it was not a safe structure anymore, nor a needed one. My spouse was out of town. This two-story monster called to me, even though I had recently had hip replacement surgery. My daughter supported the efforts, and we began sawing and deconstruction on our own.
I was on the upper deck, sawing off the roof, when part of it fell on me and the new hip. My assistant was in the house, and I laid there, laughing at my stupidity, unable to move because I was afraid I would injure myself, yelling for the aforementioned assistant. My daughter runs out and up the steps, lifts the roof off and throws it over the edge. We got most of the playhouse demolished before the man of the house arrived home. He finished the job, probably to save himself the pain of watching us chop at the 8x8s with an axe.
I’m thinking of ripping off our weather-beaten, screws-protruding deck on the next out-of-town-trip for my husband – just so he can come to the rescue and finish the job. It worked once before?