(note my bike in the background. Sniff.)
Here's the old porch post-demolition. I should have painted the side of the shed before the new porch went up to block it, dang nabbit.
Here's the new porch. Nothing fancy, but we didn't want it to be. If we're going to spend money on a porch, it'll be on the front version, not this one. If the shed didn't hug the lot line to the north we might have expanded it in that direction, but practicality dictated it fit the space allotted.
The porch was functional and basic, as requested, but I was very happy with his work on the bilco/cellar door.
He leveled off the sides with concrete, put on seals, caulking, and whatnot, and made a solid, pretty darn snug entrance.
There's still work to be done. In part because of the bike theft I've decided to bite the bullet and replace the rear entry door with something newer and more substantial, although still bright and fitting in with the rest of the home.
Not that it *doesn't* need replacing anyway, as it is old as sin and so worn that I actually saw light coming through the wood the other day. Still, the porch replacement took up a good chunk of my - well I was about to say spending money, but frankly, it took a lot of my anything money. I would have preferred to wait a month or two, but away we go.
Remember, this may be the Year of the Comeback, but I've only been 'fully' employed now for 5 months. I'm still playing catch-up.
So there ya have it. Funhouse stairs no more.