We have started decking the bridge: the decking planks give a bit disconcertingly: but hopefully once the whole structure is knit together this will be less. I’m used to building with oak and cedar, the choices down in Oklahoma. Fir, a common choice up here, bends. But worse—one of the big curved side timbers which have been laboriously produced over a two year span—cracked, along the line of screw holes, not, thank goodness, in the other direction. We caught it and stopped the crack, which is about 8″ long It was the long deck screws, we suspect, in 2-year-dry wood. We are going for shorter ones, we glued it, clamped it, and have screwed in some reinforcing plates. We also discovered leaving our decking boards to dry has caused the last-painted side to ‘pull’ the other side and cause a little inverse warp, which we can cure by flipping them and letting the sun heat the other side for a bit. Precision carpentry, eh? But the only terribly serious thing was the linear crack, which is now stopped, glued, clamped, and no way is that going any further: it was a case of a series of too-long screws hitting the grain and wedging it a bit. Shorter screws will do, and I’m going after them.

Ysabel is starting to bat Shu about when he needs it and is eating. We’re doing fine now, and she thanks you and we thank you for your concern and expressions of caring. She knows she feels better. She came up for a snuggle before brushing (she didn’t want to be brushed the day we took her to the vet) and we were so scared it was going to be like Efanor, but she’s doing great, her bloodwork is fine, her organs are functioning except those chancy kidneys, which she was born with, and she’s just feeling happy again—as happy as an old lady can be who has a rowdy teenager on her hands.