Life works in mysterious ways

It was my lucky day today.  I think my guardian angel (or my Dad) was working overtime.

My front porch was falling apart.  I bought all the lumber to build a new one, but I was dreading building the platform part because I'd never done it before.  The lumber sat in my garage for about 2 weeks while I procrastinated.

Today we hauled the trash to the transfer station.  In our town, that is where you dump your garbage, and they also have a place where people can leave and take things that are still usable.  Guess what I found!  A perfect, brand new, solidly built platform for a porch.  I'm not kidding!  It's even bigger than my old one at 5 x 6 feet.  My son's friend (who was helping me) was mortified when I asked him to tie it on top of the car.  ^.^ 

We've got two legs attached to it already, and the holes are all dug for the cement blocks for the legs.  Tomorrow we set the other legs in place and attached the risers and steps. 

More good luck:  We found 2 more cement blocks as we were digging holes for the legs.  They're going to be perfect to set under the bottom of the stairs.

"Ismus be my lucky day" ... Buckwheat, Little Rascals