I know most women, and a few men too, know where a variation of that comment came from. I have to admit that the first time I heard it I thought it was stupid but what do I know.
Me, I want to be in a corner. I like the feeling of security that it gives me. I especially like it if I’m dining out. I feel like I have a bit more privacy and I’m not getting hammered with as much noise. I never ever want to be sitting in the middle of a restaurant if I can avoid it. If I can’t get a corner at least give me something against a wall. You would have to really know me to know why I feel this way. No, it’s not some psychosis or anything that simple. I simply hate a certain something that I won’t get into.
So, what is this about? A wooden deck. Yes, you read that right. In our back yard we have this huge concrete patio and that’s great I guess, but it runs from the back of the house to a third of the way into the yard. Another words, it’s out in the middle of things pretty much. I don’t feel like I have any privacy.
I got this idea to ask my husband to build me a deck. There is a space at the back of our house that forms this L-shaped little corner that I thought would be a great place for it. I wanted a rail around it with balusters and a little gate so that when I’m out there and our dog is out as well, I could sit out there without our dog in my lap. Sorry animal lovers but I don’t feel the need to have constant contact with my four-legged friend. Also, there will be times when I simply want to work out there. Laptops and animals don’t often do well together if you’re trying to get some serious work done.
Anyway, hubby being hubby said yes and got right on it. Great. Well I thought it was. Right now, I’m concerned that I may end up with something that rivals the Sistine Chapel. That’s an exaggeration of course but still, what he is talking about doing is a far cry from a little deck with a railing. The whole point in this was to be able to be outside in a little corner and be reasonable comfortable, weather conditions all taken into consideration, and have a cup of coffee in the morning and or do a little work.
Buddy told me that he was going to extend the roof down to cover the deck. That’s when I came up with the idea of maybe putting screen around it but that’s when I found out that things were going in a whole different direction. Buddy started talking about closing it in with windows and walls. What? The point is to be outside not build another room to hang out in. Regardless, he has had me out looking at windows and such and I’m still telling him I just wanted a deck.
I get it, I really do. He loves me and wants me to be comfortable and I do appreciate it, but I don’t want a damn sunroom. Hell, I’ll forgo the screen even.
I love being outside but that means outside. For some reason I love it when the wind is blowing and the idea of having some place I can sit out when it’s raining and can stay dry makes me happy. With a small front porch and an uncovered concrete patio that’s not something I can do right now, but I don’t need a glass room.
I know most of you are sitting there thinking that I’m am one ungrateful bitch. No, I’m not. This is the type of thing that makes me love this man so much. He can do things that get on my last nerve but when all is said and done, he is one of the sweetest, kindest, most wonderful men I ever met. I also know that not putting a stop to this means he will work himself into exhaustion trying to give me what he wants me to have.
I feel like I managed to put a stop to the craziness however without hurting his feelings. One of the walls that will border that deck is to a small spare bedroom. I told him that we could turn that into a sunroom, and he can then cut a doorway from that spare room to the sunroom and we can run ductwork for the heating and air. I can then turn that little bedroom into my new office, and we could start work building built in bookshelves and build a desk in there to suite me. He got really quiet really quick.
Finally, he responded. “Maybe we need to think about this a little more.”
Yeah, it was a little manipulative on my part, but come one. I think I’ll end up with what I asked for with a few minor upgrades, namely the railing and roof and he will stop there. He doesn’t need to be spending the time worrying about making this perfect for me when I know he already does so much. So, to my dear sweet hubby, thank you but let’s stick to keeping this simple and I’ll be happy.
Remember, I’m going to be in my much-loved corner with brick walls on two sides of me with a roof over my head. I’ll be out of the direct sun, protected from the rain, no doggy to disrupt my thinking, wet or dry, what more can I possibly ask for or need. Hopefully my husband will continue to be happy and not working himself into a tizzy trying to make me a small luxury sunroom. Who knows, once he finishes it, I may even let him sit out there with me.