Sorry for no muse yesterday. I know how disappointed someone must have been... Surely someone must have noticed.
So, CtC found himself on the critical path. Felt the pressure. Drove 100 plus miles, whilst staying in the Tucson city limits, getting his own self off the critical path. Concerted effort to put me in his place. This old management consultant has seen a few critical paths in his day. He became a partner and became a grizzled old partner keeping his own self off of them.
To that end, I was still painting (technically priming) my quota of these damn 2 by sticks that are going on the pergola at 18:30 last night. Was running WAY behind on food and hydration. Kind of bonked. But kept the CP at bay and lived to fight another day, and clean/prime/paint more of these freaking sticks.
The fickle finger of paths found their way to the sand blasting guy who showed up today. Not sure what I expected, but it was way more of whatever it was!. Sand, sound and furry everywhere. CtC and I headed for the hills with a marginal excuse of needed to get some lights for the garage that we wont really need for a month. Bob and Pam the plumbers beat feet for lunch.
Soon enough it was over and the pergola and front porch look really good! There is sand dust everywhere. Kind of like drywall dust, but abrasive. The blasting takes all the mill marks and any surface stain off the rough cut lumber. Apparently the grain stands up and it takes stain like a mother.
"We" sandblasted a wood sample that CtC took to the painter to apply stain samples. Will have that tomorrow so can pick one. Staining will commence directly. The painter is not on the CP and wants off too. Then CtC will go back on the CP to install a million joist hangers with something like 10 lag bolts each...going to take awhile to get off that CP.
Somebody left the camera on. So no battery and not too many of my pictures. Good news is Jake, the architect, was by today to exercise some of his authority. And take some pictures which he has shared. Jake knows what he is doing with a camera. Just went over to his picture site. Knew about it, but never took the time to go over. Several pictures of the Quail Manor. Gratifying.
Anyway, we finalized the X that provides lateral bracing for the pergola. Like it needs it. I found the stuff at a sail boat rigging web site of all places. 5/32 inch stainless wire rope and some very cool fittings. Jake and CtC went a few rounds over yet more blocking. We're not far from having no where to put insulation in the walls! Solid wood.
Don't think I've put this in here yet. I observed recently... In Denver, when there is a tornado warning; they tell you to go to an internal room, a doorway, etc. At the Quail Manor, you sit where you are and enjoy a beverage. The Quail Manor scoffs at tornadoes, earthquakes, Cat 5 hurricanes, haboobs, the plague, swarms of locusts, nuclear war. Any of that, not a problem.
We put up some string to simulate the X. Meet in the exact center of the middle joist. Exactly as drawn. Somehow the VFF got all these enormous pieces of wood in exactly the right places in three dimensional space. Assuming CtC and I can install the X where simulated by the string, I will point out the intersection to future engineering oriented guests. Non-engineers can not be expected to appropriately appreciate the subtlety of the grandeur and perfection. Some might, but it can not be assumed.
Spent several hours with the electrician. I may have met my cynical match. Previous meetings and the first hour today were really sparing matches in cynicism. Both brought our A game to "A" Mountain. That sentence just wrote itself! Not sure a winner has been decided as of yet. He did have a bunch of great ideas. Several revolve around the "vacation switches" I had already envisioned. The "vacation switches" are in one place in the garage to control things we want on when we're there and off when we're gone. His enhancement involves light sensors. Things that only really need to be on when we are there AND it is dark. Beautiful.
Here are today's pictures. The bad ones are mine. The good ones are Jake, the architect. Note the sky.