Last year, during what Pittsburghers have come to refer to as Snowpocolypse, a huge, thick sheet of ice collapsed the metal awning above our front door and smashed thru the steps below it. I did a little surreptitious dance of joy because I'd always hated that lame excuse for a porch. It wasn't so much of a porch as a stoop and who the hell carpets an outdoor stoop? Imagine how happy I was when our insurance paid for the damage!
Now, after much life-circumstances-type delays, we are having a real porch built onto our house. It will extend from the original stubby stoop length to big enough to call a porch length. And it will be level. Which will make our porch premium realestate in Polish Hill, where you can't set a drink on the ground without it slowly sliding downhill.
Neither Mike nor I can take any credit for the construction, which is being done by Val's Boyfriend Dave. He just finished the actual decking portion of it and already I feel like its going to make our lives so much better.