I’ve never built anything like this, so I have concerns it’ll get blown away, swept away, fall over, collapse or some combination. My concerns are such that I’ll think about it as I go to sleep, and I might even hallucinate that I hear it’s creaking destruction.
Last night I think I did hear some minor creaking destruction. There was a sound like furniture being moved for a brief moment as I was falling asleep, or perhaps just after I had. I thought nothing of it, but few sounds out here late at night are nothing.
This morning I found that the left most quarter of the shed had no bottom, it’d fallen off. The 2x4 that supported the floor had a flaw and under the weight of thousands of pounds of wood, it broke in half and sheared a number of screws.
Using screws was likely a mistake in the first place. The whole thing has since been reinforced with enough bolts to hold up my house.
I should have eaten my chocolate banana panckes and accepted that it’d be a shitty process that I could get to later. Instead I got into a damned huff, threw the wood out of the sunken bay, replaced the floor, and restacked it in a half-crazed monomaniacal fugue that took 3 and a half hours. By the time I was done and ready to work on not being embarassed by how upset the mistake and resulting issue made me my Dad was there and ready to help stack wood.
Your audience does a lot to dictate the display of your displeasure. It’s ironic that because I love Abby so much and I’m so comfortable around her I allow myself to be more visibly upset in places she can see and hear. By ironic I mean frustrating. I find that fact sort of disturbing and embarassing. I’d really prefer to be more in control for this person that I love instead of more out of control because I know she’ll love me even if I’m acting like an asshole.
If my Dad is someone I’m not entirely comfortable acting like a a shithead in front of, and Abby is...I just hope our child is the former. I’ll work on making sure they are, anyways.