I awoke this morning, ready to chew bubble gum, and mix concrete, and I’m all out of bubble gum. Nine 60 pound bags of Quickcrete, hand mixed and applied to the big hole in the floor of our soon to be downstairs bathroom.
As I was mixing up a wheelbarrow load, track 7 of my noggin was doing a data search as to when the last time I had done this. The answer that came back surprised me a bit, 1983. I guess hand labor from 33 years ago is like falling off a bike, you never forget how to do it, just a bit more reluctant. I believe the saying is: With age comes forbearance. You may know it as: With age comes wisdom, but then you didn’t just mix 600 pounds of concrete by hand, now did you?
Authors note: We put a gate up to keep Sweet Pea from investigating the wet concrete. I was not partial to dog prints as a pattern for our new flooring. A few minutes later, I was inspecting my work and a big fat bronze Skink comes wandering in (I had left the screen door open), walks across the somewhat wet concrete and looks around. I guess some things are just meant to be.