Carpentry

I'm not sure what to make of all this rain. I thought initially that we'd be spared, but it started this afternoon and has not let up.  I had one last look before dusk and my black eyed peas were putting on the frog suits. We'll probably wind up replanting them in another part of the garden that's not as low.
I really need to haul in a few tons of woods dirt and build it up at the lowest point and cut a drainage ditch to divert the water to run off down through the hollow.
My next really big project is to rebuild the back deck, put in energy efficient windows, and new HardyBoard (concrete) siding on the back and sides of the house. 
I plan to do a lot of the work myself, but I'll need some help. I actually enjoy this type of work. The smell of fresh sawdust from an angry handsaw sends me back in time.
When I was about twelve years old, our family had a Jim Walter (shell home) built. The idea was for professional carpenters to come and frame up the house and the owner would come in afterwards and do the finishing work.
I still remember the sounds and smells of a house being built. It was before electric saws were common so you could hear the slow, steady hacking sound of wood being cut to size. 
The rhythm of the hammers and the cussing of the carpenters was all great fun for a kid. I watched it all up close. One day a carpenter was sitting on a floor Joist when he passed gas.  I'm not sure what it is about a poot that always makes you laugh, but I laughed. "Termites," the carpenter said matter-of-factly and he kept hammering  on an eight penny nail.
I learned a lot about how houses are put together just by watching those carpenters that summer.
I hope to be finished with my repairs/remodeling by the end of this summer.
Y'all stay dry and have a great week.