Finished it.

The treehouse. Anchored one end of an old door to the tree, suspended the other from metal cables attached to a screw eye. Mounted four old metal table legs at the corners for posts and ran chicken wire for a guard rail. Staped the base of the rail to the platform. Primed and painted to hold off the rain – First and Second Sons helped there. Cut and mounted climbing blocks up the trunk, leading up to a gap between two branches – a natural protection against accidentally falling out of the entranceway. This is big for me precisely because it’s the sort of thing I’m not good at – “Dad, do you think maybe you could take lessons to be just a little better at being a carpenter?” – and it’s something First Son has been asking for for years. Happy Father’s Day.


  1. antiaphrodite says

    but it must be beautiful. happy father’s day!

  2. Matthew Lickona says

    Well, the chicken wire messes up the Zen perfection of the slab jutting out into space from the branch, but still, I’m pretty pleased. Thanks!

  3. antiaphrodite says

    lol! for what it’s worth, i don’t think your kids will be doing yoga exercises in that treehouse anyway. and you’re welcome!

  4. Anonymous says

    Chicken wire? Old doors? Table legs?!? This is what happens when TAC grads build treehouses. I may have to drop you a line when I get around to building my shed.


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