I just finished putting up the last of the ceiling trim. This was probably the most difficult piece. It was about twelve feet long, and went flush to the ceiling. While Annie was still here, I cut some smaller pieces to determine the angles. Yeah, that's necessary. No two angles in the freakin' room were the same. After determining the angles, I measured the distance, and added a quarter of an inch to play with. Here came the hard part. I put the ladder at one side, and the step stool at the other. I had Annie climb the ladder and hold the piece to the ceiling while I held the other side to determine length. She was nervous with the height, and after five cuts to get it to what I hoped was right, I simply decided I'd make it work no matter what. It was raining, and every time I went to the garage for a cut, I was worried that I was damaging the wood. I didn't even check the last cut.

I stained it, and applied the finish in hopes that she would still be here when I was ready to nail it to the ceiling. Unfortunately, that didn't work. I had fifteen minutes to go on the last coat of finish when she was picked up to go to Mommy's. I finished work for the day, and went at it. I put the ladder as far as I could, and balanced the trim on it. I put the glue on the ceiling, and pushed up my side of the trim. I shifted it around until the fit was right, and slammed a nail into it. I moved down and measured the distance and punched another nail in. I moved to the end. At this point, the second nail came out. I'd gone too far for the weight of the trim. Fine. I went to the end of the twelve foot piece, and fit it in place. I pulled, I shifted, and then I nailed. I quickly went down the line and placed a few more nails. It was what it was. By some strange miracle, it came out perfectly. Both sides mated beautifully to the adjacent trim, and the other required spacing was consistent. It was amazing, given that the piece seemed a little warped to begin with. I guess it was warped in sync with the ceiling! I couldn't believe it. It had to be the energy that Annie put in to holding it to the ceiling. Egyptian pyramid builders couldn't have been more pleased with how the pieces mated together. I think I owe it all to Annie, and her help and patience.

No, still no pictures...

So close to having a real room...