If it could go wrong, it did.
Dad and I spend an hour and a half battling yardners in Lowes this morning trying to get supplies in the horribly stocked madness. They didn't have 3/4" plywood, so I had to go with 1/2", and they didn't have any suitable sized screws, so I used a hodgepodge of leftovers at home.
I actually think I did a darn good job cutting the plywood. Dad showed me how to clamp a guide on the wood so I could just run the saw along instead of trying to cut straight. Being a leftie, that was a plus! Stupid right handed saw...
Of course, he told me that the best way to cut to not have tearout (I think that's the right word) was from good side to bad...welllll....I cut the first piece and had really bad tearout. So I had to go back and redraw everything on the other side.
Then I had to sand everything, especially those pieces that got torn up.
I didn't intend to put this together with brackets, but it just kind of happened that way. Getting the corners on was a nightmare! I accidentally put one of the back pieces on wrong and had to pull it all off and redo it.
Almost done. It doesn't exactly all line up, but maybe no one will notice? Dad's well known for his ghetto/tacky approach to things. He seriously wanted to put a mail slot on the front to feed the fish through instead of a door.
That's enough for one day. Tired, cranky, back hurts. Neighbors think they have a sailor next door with all the cussing going on. At least I still have all my fingers (for now).
Next time I think "I can build..." or "It would be cheaper to...", someone please slap me. I need to stick to making jumps.