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Friday May 21, 2021 subscribe |
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| I find it helpful to
throw my hands up in bafflement and frustration and yell at the sky, "How the hell are we going to do this?" Admitting defeat kind of clears preconceptions away and resets the thought process. It was hard enough lifting the long, heavy, lopsided arch components off the scaffold we used as a dolly, but standing one up and straddling the railing with it and holding it steady enough to scribe cut marks for removal of various excess lengths... well, I lost sleep over that. There's much potential energy just itching for release when you lift high an object that large and unwieldy. |
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I'd never
built a pulley system before, but if
the ancients could do it, why not me? I was real nervous about it, walked everyone through what we were going to do, stressing the importance of safety... then grazed my knee on a sharp edge and couldn't tell how deep it was as blood started running quick down my shin. I grabbed a paper towel and duct taped it all the way around. It was merely a flesh wound and we managed to get it up fair and easy--only to discover the fabricator had provided too-small base flanges so once again progress was stopped in its tracks. But at least no one got killed, so there was that. |
