A Tale Of Two Decks

25 years ago we built a deck in our back yard… It was a project that still astounds. I remember picking up 50 pound deck blocks I remember placing them in the ground. I remember screwing down each deck board I remember feeling blessed I remember working for hours an hours…without needing a rest. I remember Deborah burning in our names and the date. I remember thinking this was fun! I remember the satisfaction of a job completed…a job well done But that was 1994 and yesterday…with a frown We decided our deck was too old and weathered… and it was time to take it down. I remember building this old deck I remember completing it in November… but as I started taking it apart… there were things I don't remember. I don't remember working at a pace so arduous and slow I don't remember everything being this heavy 25 years ago… I don't remember breathing so hard I don't remember… did I wheeze? I don't remember how difficult it is to crawl on my hands and knees. I don't remember having as much trouble bending over. I don't remember stopping to rest as often. I don't remember after only one hour thinking… Please! …just put me in the coffin… I don't remember waking up the next day with every body part painful to the touch… Isn't it funny…how in 25 years that deck would change so much?