Crooked Bench

That’s the story for the weekend.Friday night I got a bug up my butt about getting something done, so I decided to start on the bench that will cover the concrete ledge/foundation so that Moms and I could get in some serious laying-of-flagstone on Saturday. I dig my holes approximately where I want the posts. They aren’t going to be seen so I wasn’t real worried about level so much as I was checking the see if they were in a straight line. (I even stuck a couple of stakes in the ground and strung a line to make real sure I these 2×6′s were straight.) I missed a major step here, which I didn’t find out about for another 24 hours…

So. I did the half-assed method of quickcrete-ing them in: Pour in dry quickcrete and let the hose sit on it for a minute. Eh. It worked.

Saturday I started building up the bench at 8am.

Looks straight, good and level, eh? Yes, yes, it is all of those things… but by 11 am I found my fatal mistake.

It’s not effing square to the house.

How do I forget about something like square. Complete effing brain fart, so the bench is 2″ closer to the house on one side than it is on the other. This is why I should start projects fresh in the morning and not at 7pm on a friday night.

Now I have the Crooked bench on the Crooked patio attached to the Crooked house that the girl who makes Crooked brooms built. Great.

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