As a kid I would find hammer and nails and head out to the wood scrap pile at my Dads workshop located next to our home, once there I would begin to construct the most amazing (atleast I thought so) forts.Many hours were spent by my sisters Shelly & Angie, me and the neighbours, but eventually we had to tear them down.That was never a fun job... Like today! So the cement hardend over night enough to allow us to remove the footing forms. Crowbar in hand we pryed the wood frame away from the cement, then we proceded to remove all the nails from the wood and scrape off the hardened cement. Guess all the years of fort building came in handy. What I learned today was... that bait isn't just something you put on the end of a fishing pole. Watching me Struggle to pull the nails from the wood Dad hollers over to me .. use some bait! Apperantly " Bait" is anything you can use to place under the hammer and the wood to give you more leverage. Who comes up with this stuff!? Needing to top up the gravel in the basement we had a visit from the stone slinger, He is like a gravel Terminator... He saved us many hrs of work and I am sure visits to the Chiropracter.Before the rain chased us away the cinder blocks to build the basement walls arrived and if it stops raining long enough we hope to have that done by monday.
Day #30
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