It's the piano

A few weeks ago, Ref was reminding a carpenter about the rules at the "rough" stage with words I'll remember for the rest of my life:

"This ain't no piano we're building."

I laughed till I hurt when I heard it -- what a sweet thing to laugh when you're hot and sweaty and tired -- because it was so true for the level of detail required at the time.

And every so often since, as things have zeroed in on finish, I've seen the piano come into shape, and even better heard its tune.

I'll always think of Shawn's five rules of construction, too -- I'm sure a test item in the college classes he taught in construction management:

When you leave a project, ask yourself:

-- Is it plumb?
-- Is it level?
-- Is it square?
-- Is it straight?
-- Is it uniform?

If you can answer 'yes' to all of those, you've done your best.

When I took this picture Wednesday, Ernesto still had us on the rinse cycle, with intermittent showers, but Shawn and Charles were out there building pockets for the bedroom door to the deck, and checking the five points.

If you click the pic or just look closely, you can see the notches that Uncle Albert cut into the jacks for the top plate. Piano. E bravissimo.