Friday, October 14, 2011

A Squaredance Platform

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Them pressure treated 2x10s, 12 feet long, are almost too much for a seventy-one year old dude to sling around. Especially when his pants pockets are full of water from sloshing around in the pond positioning the frame of the dock. (I had to wear full size britches, because of the fish trying to rip out my veins and freckles on my legs).



Then the help arrived. A crew of six grandchildren. (nothing but smiles)


Since the girls didn't bring a hammer, they were content to hang with Carol, making dessert and chewing bubblegum.


Jacob, Eli and Luke went to work and stuck with the task at hand.


Banging nails straight down was great fun for the two younger ones. But, when it came to tying two timbers together, with a splice board, the hammer couldn't find the nail. I had started 14 nails for the boys to finish driving. Only two made it all the way in. . .  Indeed a precious memory in my heart.
(The drain is for a future fire pit)


At the end of the second day, all the lumber nailed down, 35 pounds of nails later, you'll find a job well done.


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