Also known as the entry I was going to write before my puppy was maimed by a two-by-four…
We went to Totem (the hardware store) last night, and (not knowing I’d be spending a few hundred dollars in emergency vet bills the next morning) laid out a decent chunk of change for a build-it-yourself deck package. The pressure-treated lumber and a couple stones worth of galvanized screws are going to be arriving on my driveway tomorrow morning (whilst I’m at home caring for the dog, incidentally) via a large flatbed truck. The not-quite-ikea project is, then, going to be the major focus of the weekend.
Here’s the deal: Saturday, via general invite, we’re looking for something of a “cast.” For most of the morning and (however long it takes in) the afternoon, a small handful of us are going to be carefully assembling the under-structure of the deck: joists, braces, cross-beams, etc. As I understand it, it’s a meticulous measured process that needs the utmost care and attention. And only about two or three sets of hands, already proxied.
But as the afternoon wears on and we look towards topping the sucker (with 31 top boards and a total approximating six-hundred-plus galvanied screws) we may needing to utilize the help of anyone who’s got their own cordless drill to bring along to the party. And of course, barbeque afterwards. I may even be so generous as to throw in a beer or two (or lemonade if you prefer). Comment or email if you’d like to bear witness to the great deck creation of 2006.