Human factors engineering failure.
The clubhouse wall is 10.75” from the garage gutter. Someone has to squeeze in there to put the siding up, finish it, etc. There’s no room to fit the ladder the other way, so that someone has to climb it then twist his torso 90° to work. His torso that surrounds a bad back in the first place.
Someone’s an *asshole*.
I thought about just sitting at my computer, the one here with the functional operating system, all day. Refreshing Tumblr and Facebook and Twitter and even Gmail. Yes, even lowly Gmail is beyond the horizon, at least outside the thumb-typing constraints of my phone. Life behind a firewall can suck it.
But I made another choice. At least until the rain comes. And then I’mma click those bookmarks until my finger bleeds.
When I’m not inadvertently escalating snarky metacomments into giant, national political debates, I
chase a white whale that will ultimately kill me build a clubhouse.
Bonus: today I smell like cedar.
Meanwhile, working in between emails and phone calls with the still unconfirmed potential employer: we are fully framed, roofed, sheathed, Tyveked, and now awaiting the cedar siding, the procurement of which very nearly killed my soul. Gonna start that tomorrow, hopefully, though the calendar is blotchy already.
(Thanks, guys. You’re all super. Due to the nature of the role and SEC regulations, I think this particular background check might be bigger than a public records scan. I’ll know in 2-3 days.)
Meanwhile: do you think the Germans have a word for needing to go back to Menards to buy another whole bundle of shingles, even though you only need two more pieces to finish the job?
So I got back on this little project recently. Finished framing the roof, and yes, it appears to be smiling at you. I’mma rip that fascia off and redo it. Also started sheathing the structure with OSB; cedar siding will be the ultimate exterior finish. I realize that’s gilding the lily, but there is other cedar in the yard (the other fence) and I’d like it to look decent. The safety railing is also starting there on the right. That’ll go around the platform so my monkeys don’t go overboard.
I won’t be able to do anything with this the next 3-4 days due to my sportsball and rock-n-roll lifestyle. I wanted to finish the sheathing on the right side and the back today, but my back said “you’re done today, pardner” so I’m medicating and resting.
Final thought: maybe it’s global warming, maybe it’s the jet chemtrails, or maybe it’s Maybelline, but there are a zillion times more giant, terrifying bugs around than there used to be. I went through half a can of wasp killer today. If it had been like this when I was a kid, I’d have never left my house.
I think this represents the completion of Day Seven or Eight (lost count) of the clubhouse. Mind you, Day One was in October. I got distracted by a rock opera and then one of the most sucktastic winters of all time.
As of now, I’ve got the walls up and the floor decking mostly down. The only flooring I didn’t do yet is that little platform on the left which will be the base for the slide. Bummer: the flooring, which was a nice, rich brown, has faded to an ashy color, though not uniformly. But the price was right.
Next up is finishing that little bit of floor, then framing out the face of the slide support, and then framing the roof. This will be complicated, as my plans are locked in the .DWG file and my two free trial periods for AutoCAD (MSRP: $4195) have expired.
So far, I’ve only bashed my head and/or nearly scalped myself on the hobbit-height door jamb 3 times.
All right. Let’s get back to this.
This is where it’d be good to be Amish, so’s I could clang on a bell and guys would come over the hills to help me raise the walls up onto the platform. Afterward, our wives would make us a simple yet hearty and flavorful meal.
That’s the only time it’d be good to be Amish.
I took some time off of that One Project to make some progress on that Other Project. An hour here, an hour there, just to stay sane-ish.
This is a much more satisfying resolution to the problem at the base of the stairs. Level, stable, will survive an extinction-level event. And it’s personalized. I’m especially psyched that Leah signed this during her Everything Gets An Exclamation Point! phase.
Back to the grind now, but damn, that was some fun right there.
This is what a mental health day looks like. Unfortunately, I can’t pour the concrete until maybe Wednesday since I don’t have the patience to follow the cold weather procedures. Felt good to get out, though.
(I know the rebar isn’t straight. I had 4 @ 2’ pieces and I wanted to jam them all in. It’ll work.)
steelopus replied to your photo: Day Four (I think?) in the books with the…
What was your rationale behind composite vs pressure-treated?
Two good reasons:
- Splinter mitigation. My kids both just FREAK when we have to pull splinters out, and I was thinking this should be barefootable. (Though I also know it gets *hot* in the sun.)
- It was free, given to me by a friend.
The sub-structure is, of course, pressure-treated.
Day Four (I think?) in the books with the composite decking installed on all the stairs except the bottom one. I needed to take a break from my other giant, overwhelming project, and the last half-day of good weather we’re going to have until June seemed like a good excuse.
The composite decking is, as advertised, a bitch to work. It’s heavy, very unwieldy and saggy in its 16’ manufactured lengths. It saws well enough, though the resiny “sawdust” comes off hot and then tends to bind to stuff when it cools. It also has to be pre-drilled before screwing it to the supports, which is when I discovered that my old Makita drill doesn’t have enough torque to drive those screws flush. I had* to go out and buy an impact driver, which does the job nicely and makes a very satisfying “hi, neighbors, I am using power tools” noise while doing so. Turned out to be the right move to have separate tools for the driver and the drill; not changing bits all the time makes for much faster work.
That bottom step isn’t done because my hack to support it isn’t satisfying me. I think I’m going to dig out those pavers and pour a proper concrete footer there. Giant PITA but it’s too wobbly otherwise.
* buying tools is my favoritest thing