Day 97 – Set in Stone

Our names, forever etched into history…Or at least into the concrete slab.

Today was one of those hard-working days that kill men half my age.

It started off easy enough when my dad arrived with his pickup truck loaded with an old Craftsman table saw.  This beast has seen better days.  It’s a hand-me-down of a hand-me-down.  I think I’m the fourth owner.  One leg was bent out of shape, the caster on that leg was broken completely off, and several parts are so rusty as to be unusable.

After a couple hours of work replacing all the casters and framing out the legs, the saw is nearly good as new.  It works great and we used it for several jobs to follow.  I can see where this is going to be very advantageous in the days to come as I lay baseboard and counter tops.

Next, we started the more ambitious task of pouring concrete to make a better back yard entrance.  From the time we moved into this house in 2000, we’ve hated the current entrance to the back yard.  The prior owner placed concrete paving bricks in a space about 15 x 20 feet.  I’m sure it served the purpose of keeping their dogs from muddying up the corner.  The rumor is that they had several very large dogs that liked to run the fence.  But for our purposes, that much patio space is unnecessary.

So, I’ve started removing the pavers and will replace them with sod.  However, there is still the issue to the entrance.  And so, with 1000 lbs of Redimix later, a VERY sore back and legs, and a lot of mixing in my wheelbarrow, we have a slab that I can be proud of.  Tomorrow I’ll finish the job by laying the sod, which is just in time for the rains that are expected.

After dad left for home, I got out the mower, trimmer and blower and knocked out my yard.  It looks fantastic, once again!

Keeping up a house is hard work.  Keeping my physical health is very much the same.

As we were drinking a diet Pepsi, admiring our work, dad pointed out that our bodies and his old truck are very much the same.  They simply take us from point A to point B.  In the mean time, they age, leak vital fluids, break down, blow a gasket and eventually stop running.  Regular maintenance and careful attention keeps the motor running longer and the body looking good.

He’s right, of course.  A man of wisdom.  Wisdom for the ages.  We should set that in stone.