Chilli, Ya know, they sell these wonderful things called tarps.
OH DONO< Little do you know the
E that happens to me, Tarp or no Tarp.
Here is a little time line and back story.
First off, the job is fixing the lowest brick step on my buddy's dad's house. His dad is in the midst of dementia, but not quite as bad as my mom. He is 80 and now lives alone since his wife died 2 years ago.
Of course we used to spend part of Thanksgiving there every year with about 20 of the family and a few friends like me. So, as today approached I was kind of missing Karen and surely knew Dale was missing his dear bride too.
Anyhow, It was Tuesday that I went to Lowes to buy a board to form up the curb/ pad that the bricks will get re installed on after I demo'd the old one. Once I got my board, I was in the cement aisle and spied a cart full of broken bags that I could get for $1 apiece. BUT loading them without losing all the cement would be tricky since I did not see the large paper sacks that Lowes normally puts these in. The loader guys only had some that were so thin that just hand gripping them was likely to tear em open. Well, I managed to get them in the truck and then set beside the steps on top of some metal car ramps he had. 8 or 9 bags total.
I later finished my bricks demo and got to making the form to be ready to pour yesterday. So, my plan at the start of the day where I made my statement above was almost all laid out in my mind. ( Little did I know that by the time I arrived at the job, that plan would be all altered and thus set the tone for how my day would go)
First, I have 2 vehicles I operate out of, my Toyota car, and my F150. The car had a supply of a plastic mortar pan, saw, cords, drills, etc etc.
Second, My truck had my
ton of tools like other saws, snips, hammers, "Kitchen sink" of all manner of tools, right down to Tarps and more Greenhouse plastic from doing my Hoop House. To be continued.
