Just past the equinox

Every night before I go to bed I look over the check list for the Tiny House. Because we’re getting late in the season we’ve simply lopped things off—or because the cost was prohibitive. I’m definitely making do.

But one thing I really need, as certain things are coming into focus, is a ladder to my sleeping loft. I didn’t imagine it was going to be this hard. The simple measurement is about 90 inches, but then there is the ladder angle—roughly 4 to 1 or a foot out for every 4 feet—or 15 degrees. Then there is the angle of the tread. The math involved is a bit complicated. I also want the treads notched in, not simply screwed onto the side rails. I’d also prefer a hardwood such as oak.

Where I used to live there was a graveyard of abandoned loft ladders in the basement, as folks aged out of the loft and went to a bed on the floor. Oh—to have access to those lonely ladders and find one the right height.

All the listmaking and scheming isn’t going to bring things into existence—or increase the money in my bank account for this seemingly expanding project. And, of course, once I get my ladder another necessity will pop up demanding my attention.