I have had a number of requests for a handrail.
Silly. It is only three steps down.
Even an old guy can hop up or down three steps.
Still, some womenfolk think they need a handrail for those three steps.
Okay. Okay. It is on my list.
Just a long ways down in a very big list of things I wanna/gotta do.
That is to say, “unlikely any time in the near future”.
Well, that was before Mama arrived a few days ago.
She wants a handrail.
She gets a handrail.
As do the rest of the requesters.
Today Mama and Missy let me know it was important.
I still don’t have my truck out of the shop, so am strongly motivated to use materials ON HAND.
Hmmmm. Nine and a half feet from floor to ceiling.
My on-hand materials are all eight feet.
AH! But that old scrap 1×4 laying in the yard.
It isn’t sturdy enough to make a handrail support.
BUT, an eight foot reinforcing rib would probably make it all work just fine.
The rail itself was a scrap of EXACTLY the right length. I merely had to cut the proper angle into it for fitting to the wall.
And sand the slivers out of it.
While it would be nice to have a couple coats of hand-sanded polyurethane on it, time favored raw installation over ideal.
Everybody is happy.