I'm so very aphraid that Phil the Phantastic Phoreman is getting phed up with me.
Yesterday I decided to redo the steps out the vaulted back porch directly in back of the house. They had already put in the 4 foot wide steps and retaining wall/bed area. Done...finished....in the can.
I was visualizing the four stone posts on the porch. Right now only the outer posts on each side are done. There are going to be two stone posts on each side just 5 inches apart. Big wood posts are going to go up to the vaulted ceiling from the stone posts. Then you had the stone beds coming in along the edge of the porch to each side of 4 foot wide steps going down to a flagstone path. I know this is confusing to follow, but I didn't like what I saw in my head......too much going on right smack dab in the middle of the porch....really, a distraction to the view.
So, we decided to take the ends of the retaining walls back 4 feet on each side, just abeam the inner posts on the porch (which aren't there right now) and to make the steps 12 feet wide. Of course, that means we have to put in another flagstone patio below the steps to make it look good. There will be a flagstone path from this patio to the side of the house with the other patio/fireplace and floating deck.
The side patio is not finished. Phil said he needed to have the stone guy and the deck guy there at the same time to make sure the bridge to the deck and the patio are the exact same level. Their schedules prevented that from happening last week. Tomorrow they will start.....tearing out the steps on the back center porch and part of the retaining walls and finishing up the patios and putting in the footing for the bridge and deck. This is a picture of the side wrap-around steps from last week. I forgot to take any of the completed wall and back steps yesterday. Too busy making the decision to "remodel before we move in."

With Phil's help, yesterday we designed the layout of the master closet. Last night I woke up in the middle of the night with a brain storm. I want to add something to the closet.
Phantastic Phil doesn't know about this one yet. I'll tell him tomorrow. The only thing that he could possibly be happy about is that I didn't hop out of bed and ring him up at 3:00 AM.
Do you think the aforementioned adoption (Oct. 14 post - Band-Aid-Fix) might be about to phall through because Phantastic Phil the Phoreman is phed up with me?
"WHAT? WHAT, Phil? Six more weeks of me is all you can take? Why do you want me to back up a few steps?"

Nervous Nellie