Hello, Mr. Hand Sledge: a painful reminder to measure twice (thrice?), cut once …


A still throbbing index finger left black and blue by the errant (read ‘careless’) swing of a hand sledge ought to be reminder enough that knowledgeable construction of any relatively complex project isn’t child’s play.

So it is Ellen and Reid have learned their father is about to embark on a self-constructed deck. The job will stretch whatever skills I profess to own. I can just hear the kids now: ‘One step at a time, dad, one step at a time.’ One can only hope so.


June 11, 2018

Ellen/Reid: Well, the wheels are turning toward a small deck behind the house. A city planner sent me the permit forms and – for a $50 fee and a sketch of the proposed plan – they’ll grant permission to start construction. Building the raised beds gave me a little bit of confidence to do the job myself since it will be a free standing deck without a lot of bells and whistles. There will be some storage space to accommodate Miss Emma. Tim is right that the whole project should be kept simple, although it would be nice to have his engineering and project skills. I’m gearing up for the task at a website he recommended, Decks.com. I just have to remember, over and over and over, to measure twice (thrice maybe?) and cut once. No doubt some additional tools will be purchased, such as a reciprocal saw and jigsaw, longer level, et al to help with the job. There are some details I’ll sweat profusely over. How to cut angled boards and sink footings, etc. But the footings here only have to be sunk 12” so it’s not the four feet or whatever depth you need to dig in the Midwest. We’ll have to see how it goes but I’m kind of excited about it.

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I won’t repeat the string of ‘words’ that spewed out of my mouth at the moment sledge impacted finger. “Ouch” was as genteel as I got.

Hopefully there won’t be any more finger bashing with a hand sledge as was done Saturday on the newest raised bed. What an oaf. I just wasn’t paying attention. The thought passed briefly through my mind “You should move your finger” and then – wham! It hurt like hell but nothing split open or broke so I’m lucky in that regard.

Fishing sure was a bust in Charleston. The only game fish landed over two days was a small speckled trout. The rest were junk fish and small sharks. It was so hot that my prediction of water that would be too hot proved true. Cap’n Joe at Charleston Outdoor Adventures and I chatted briefly and he said as much; the bigger reds and trout have gone toward the cooler open ocean waters although some are staying relatively close at the lighthouse on the west end of Folly Island where the big salt creek meets the Atlantic. I might traipse there later this summer but for now there likely won’t be another trip to Bowens Island until the waters have cooled in the 70F range. But it was still fun to be on the water for a change. There’s so much to see.

The local community college nixed any writing classes I might have taught. That’s really okay. It just frees up my weeknights. 

My friends Ray and Dave from Charlotte will come up this weekend for golf and seeing the local Brevard sights. We’ll probably be pretty low key with things; hit a couple of the breweries and hit a couple of diners/food trucks for local food. It’ll be fun to have those guys here. I miss seeing my Charlotte friends but my home gives them a chance to navigate up this way since mountain golf is different from the courses they’ve been playing.

Reid, it won’t be too many more days before I’ll be in California. Excited to see your new place and hear all about the work you’re doing. Haven’t been to the Bay area in years and years. Is is possible to take BART from the SFO airport to Oakland? The assumption is it has to be fairly accessible. Can’t wait to get out there. 

Mid July’s trek to the Alps will be here before I know it. Been stepping up the tempo and intensity of the pre-hike workouts. Robbie is a dedicated hiker and she’s putting me though my paces. Hopefully the weight can be shaved a few more pounds. It’s coming off slower than I might like but even a couple more pounds is better than no pounds cut at all. Starting to go through the guidebooks but my friends Tom and Vince have carried all of the pre-walk planning. I’m chagrined about that.

Alright, enough for today. Gotta tend to the garden (there are now five raised beds) and the weeds don’t listen when I ask them to stop growing. So now it’s hand-to-hand combat.

Love, Dad

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