Another milestone was accomplished today: the big beams were notched, drilled, anchored and installed. They look so good, and even with a small and unfinished change like this, it's amazing how much it alters the space.
If I hadn't yet learned to trust my carpenter assistant, I sure do now. I gave him this huge, cracked, warped and severely twisted six by six beam, handed him some epoxy, and told him where to put it. When I glanced back over, he had somehow managed to untwist the beam and anchor it completely straight. What! I mean, he is just one man. Not a super hero or anything. Just a guy. This beam is eleven feet long and had probably been twisted for decades. How did he do it? Incredible.
Oh, and that black stuff you see on the bottom of the beam? It's called Bitchathane. Yeah.
How pretty is that? There's just something that feels right about big, notched wood. That's doing it old school. None of these sad Home Depot brackets that you just screw in, no way.
And then, came lunch. Lunch came to us. Freshly made pomodoro sauce with rigatoni, cooked right in front of us on a camping stove set on a stack of dry wall.
For the first time, the restaurant smelled of sauteed garlic. We ate it all. It was amazing.