Final fix-ups...

Maybe 18 years ago, when we first moved into the beach house, we hired a local contractor to expand the front yard and form a seawall out of beach rocks. Tucked into that project was the placement and connection of a new septic tank. In order to redirect the "blackwater" to the new system, we had to dig under the edge of the house near the second deck. I was watching when the backhoe reached in to the foundation just a little too close and broke the siding board on the edge of the house. For the last 18 years, that missing chunk of siding edge has faced the world like the unapoligetic face of a toothless hockey player. Today, I fixed it. Can't remember why I waited so long but with the fresh paint job from last summer, the new board looks seamless. For some reason, selling the house makes me want to fix it up a bit for the next people. You know, to show some pride in ownership and to honor 20 good years of family life. Very satisfying.