Errā¦. It was yesterday.
I needed some storage, mostly for seasoned firewood and lumber so I came up with this.
I started Friday afternoon after work and got some time in between monsoon downpours this weekend. Most of it came together yesterday.
Building is hard solo, thank god for clamps (to hold my levels). There was some confusion on my part checking the deck for square. Not having a second person to help for the old corner to corner measurement, took me back to high school geometry. At one point I thought Pythagoras was a liar, the old 3,4,5 (a2+b2=c2) had me with a rectangle, where all four corners were at an angle less than 90*, an impossibly. It was Friday and I was tired. Saturday I realized I was pulling the āaā and ābā dimensions from the outside of the rim joists and trying to measure the ācā leg from the inside. I put my tool belt down 25 years ago to sit behind a desk, so some rust is expected.
Itās 12ā wide and 5ā deep. I didnāt want to mess with concrete, so I went with the little concrete feet things. Iām not a fan of them. I wanted some storage underneath for 8ā lumber on the right and a big drawer on the left. I drew it up ahead of time, but now I donāt care for the height. I guess Iāll figure it out.
Anyway, I always forget how much fun it is to build. Iām not sure if itās that Iām older and focus more on enjoying the moment rather than getting done, or if itās the novelty since I donāt do it every day.