Jam refused to meet with me. Too busy, he said. |
For the curve, one option is to take the board to a football field and put it on the 50-yard line. Then nail a little post on the goal line and then take a long string...
Instead, I just took a piece of molding and bent it around some nails on the board.
Drawing the curve |
Doing 8-foot rip cuts on pressure treated lumber is like a doctor performing surgery with a butter knife--slow going and messy.
After about an hour the first board is done, hopelessly deformed, like a poodle who's gotten a haircut from a three-year old. No gentle curves, not at all.
After the cuts. |
My confidence begins to crack but I have no one to cry to. Cheryl is away, Willow is napping, and Jam--afraid that something like this would happen, that the project would fail on the very first day--has disappeared somewhere. It's lunch time. I have no will to go forward.
I find the strength to continue and cut the second board. Then I clamp them together and get out my trusty plane to smooth out the top curve. Sweet.
Smoothing the top. Very nice |
The project manager has taken some interest. Maybe this will be OK after all.
Project Management |
Next: attaching the posts and hand rails.
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