Yo estoy estupido . . .

Here are some shots of the backyard as of last night (Oh, and I think the dumpster is finally leaving today). There was some breakdown in communication and when I said "move the stairs over here" what I meant was: "take down crappy stairs, put up new shiny safe stairs". Which is what I said in the first meeting, but there was somehow a breakdown in communication in the subsequent conversations. This is what happens when you meet with a deckmaster six weeks or more before the job starts and you don't speak his language. Anyway, its all resolved and the new stairs will be up in the next two days . . .