Where the devil lives

(posted by Cameron)

This post is probably only going to be interesting to about two people, and I’m one of them. But I figure that since a maximum of five people are actually reading this, that’s 40 percent of the audience. As any Media Jones worth their salt knows, that’s a Viewer Segment of Targetable Size, not to be confused with Rodents of Unusual Size.

Ha-hm.

The pictures that I’m posting are an attempt to explain the rather loopy parenthetical in my last post. Call it an ode to the fine detail work being done by Dave the Deck Guy, whose praises I’ve been singing. The pictures are blurry (damn cameraphone), and maybe I’m easily impressed, but Sweet Spirits of Niter, I’m a Happy Homeowner.

This is the slightly sloped shelf coming off the house. Nine out of ten carpenters would have done this bit of work with deck screws, but not Dave. Check the finish nails, yo.


We’re still on the shelf. Notice also the well-sanded (dare I say eased?) ends of the board, the symmetrical perfection of the corner with the lattice beneath…and the simply precious little cutout for the hose bib. Touch it. You know you want to touch it.

As you can see from previous posts, the planks on our deck are angled. They match the angle of the patio. Exactly. No, I couldn’t believe it either, and I completely don’t believe in the little perfect finish triangles that Dave cut. There are a couple more like this on the other end of the deck. They are, like, so totally cute. Dammit, they’ll probably evaporate like leprechauns when the sun hits them.

Finally, ladies and gentlemen, I leave you with a mitered hand rail. Simple, elegant, custom-notched for the post, and tastefully trimmed in welded wire. Perfect for day or evening wear. Formal enough to take to a wedding, but with just a hint of that sassy smirk that says, “C’mon Lurlene! Let’s go dancing!”