Several weeks ago… August 21 to be exact, I decided pressure washing the deck would be a good activity. I didn’t have time to do the whole thing but I figured I’d finish the next day and it’d be fine, right before vacation, and packing, and it was a bad plan.
I dismissed internal concerns that it’s a job that must be completed once started. A half pressure washed anything is glaring, which is why I don’t recommend trying it on stucco unless you have the week off.
For the past month I’ve been looking at my half-washed deck with side eye, avoiding restarting the project in case I had to stop again. A 2/3 pressure washed anything was the worst possible outcome I could imagine. So I deferred.
Turns out, a completely pressure washed deck where you happen to miss a spot is the worst possible outcome. It looks amazing; clean, usable, not embarrassing, except for that one spot that nobody will notice except me.
I’ll be staring at that spot every time I’m out there. I’ve considered putting a chair over it but that’s no good. I’ll know. Ideally I’ve considered taking the deck down entirely but that seems extreme. I could hook up the washer for one final round, but that also seems extreme in its unnecessaryness.
I accept that this is a problem only in my head. I accept that it’s not even that good a story. If I’m honest I’d hoped that by taking a picture and writing it down I’d get past whatever hang up I have and just go finish the job.
Instead, I’ve decided to take 2.5x longer than that to write about it.
I love having a blog again. Thanks for reading.
When you come to a fork in the road, take it.
Yogi Berra