So, we tried to have a barn raising tonight but failed to rally the muscle. The sweet thing about Lake City though is that plenty of muscle lives across the street. Molly went over to ask the neighbor if he had any guys who could help us. Thirty minutes later, I'm hunched over a skill saw in my Urkle glasses, trying to shear off some plywood I've nailed onto the platform and four brawny guys conversing in quick Spanish are pretty much running across the backyard carrying this damn monolith that took Molly and I half a day to pivot. It was all I could do to throw the tools off the platform in time for them to slap that sucker into place. And I moved a glass of water out of the way. That was my contribution. That and scurrying around trying to be helpful but staying back far enough not to get in the way. And, now it's up. That crazy bitch is lording over our whole backyard now. It's like a kid that's been held back a couple years lumbering around during recess. Without the windows or roof it's almost evil looking. Bet it would make a fantastic bonfire should someone put a match to it. We decided we should go for a patio instead of a deck since it would simply be too much wood and height if we added a deck to that whole mess back there.
The problem that we solved today was moving that creature from it's state of hibernation on the side of the house to its throne near the shed. Solved, without a drop of sweat (except maybe my gross little hands.) Our problem gained was the awkwardness of this beast, since the back posts seem to be 1-2 inches longer than those in the front. So, there's an overall slant to this creation that makes it seem even more like it's trying to look down your shirt. That will hopefully be solved when my poor dad makes his third debut on Thursday. There's no such thing as finishing a project. You just trade in one problem for another one. Unless you're blessed to be someone who can take satisfaction in a job done well, even if it's not done.
Pictures coming soon...
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