So the other day The Lovely Rhonda called me and plaintively whined about The Brick On The House and how unlovely it is and can we please have our siding wallah take it down before his crew of minions left for the day. This was on Wednesday and I was at work.
Because I live to make TLR happy, and also because she had been cogitating over this brick thing for months on end, I said yes, please have them take it down. I didn’t have strong feelings about the brick either way and clearly it meant a great deal to TLR, whom, as I said, it is my sole aim in life to make insane with happiness and harmonious agreeableness.
So I can check that off my list, because she continues to rave about the brick and how it is gone and what a difference it makes and so forth. This after three entire days have passed.
It took a bit of a toll on my plants because the brick fell in great slabs directly onto them. So I lost an azalea, and a few Gerber daisies, and probably some other things, but the important thing here is that the brick, it is gone.
You can tell who your friends are when you face adversity, and I’m thinking that the jumbled heap is definitely named Adversity.
Did I mention how today is the hottest day so far this year, in fact in three years, and it was 102 degrees, and nobody can stop talking about the heat? Yet despite this, two different friends came and sat with me in the shade of my garage and knocked mortar off of brick. I am salvaging usable brick from this heap so that we can use it to put a path next to the driveway and also to expand the patio a bit on three sides.
I bought a couple of different types of chisel and some rubber mallets and a stiff wire brush, and dragged a defunct kiddie pool from the back yard and we submerged bricks in it. We did this because my mother, who is a fount of knowledge about these things, told me that it makes the process easier if you soak the bricks. Lord knows they will dry out quite nicely in This Heat.
And so for about six hours today I sat with soaking wet leather work gloves on and chiseled mortar from bricks. The water kept The Heat at bay, and the friends made the process less tedious, and so far we’ve made the tiniest dent in the heap.
And my arms and hands are so tired. I only stopped because I was having difficulty gripping the chisels and mallets any longer. My hands are stiff.
But there will be brick! For projects!