Didn’t feel like building horizontally today (and probably don’t have enough rocks in the pile for another course, anyway), so engaged my creativity and built vertically in the center section at the back of the cellar. Took me awhile to find a square stone of the same size and color as the triangle and circle, but a little trimming with my diamond-tipped Skill saw eventually did the trick. Also used the saw to cut in half lengthwise a 2″ thick piece of slate to form the lintel on which my creative genius is displayed. That diamond-tipped blade is one of the smartest
purchases I’ve ever made. Found that parging the rocks together after building vertically is not nearly as easy as working one course at a time. Goodro Lumber’s boom truck showed up early afternoon and took away 25 bags of mortar mix that I won’t be needing (out of the 45 that were on the pallet they delivered at the end of July). Put the remaining 14 bags on the pallet that until today was under the camp fire wood supply (necessitating unstacking, building a new platform, then restacking the firewood). Wrapped the mortar mix in four layers of plastic and battened down the hatch, confident that the bags will stay dry over the winter. Went swimming again after work; took a full five minutes to work my way into the water, which is getting just a mite nippy. But, after everything numbed up, the exercise certainly felt good. Blew a gale as a squall moved through after dinner; sounds like a machine gun with the acorns hitting the roof of the RV. So who needs sleep, anyway?
Didn’t feel like building horizontally today (and probably don’t have enough rocks in the pile for another course, anyway), so engaged my creativity and built vertically in the center section at the back of the cellar. Took me awhile to find a square stone of the same size and color as the triangle and circle, but a little trimming with my diamond-tipped Skill saw eventually did the trick. Also used the saw to cut in half lengthwise a 2″ thick piece of slate to form the lintel on which my creative genius is displayed. That diamond-tipped blade is one of the smartest 
purchases I’ve ever made. Found that parging the rocks together after building vertically is not nearly as easy as working one course at a time. Goodro Lumber’s boom truck showed up early afternoon and took away 25 bags of mortar mix that I won’t be needing (out of the 45 that were on the pallet they delivered at the end of July). Put the remaining 14 bags on the pallet that until today was under the camp fire wood supply (necessitating unstacking, building a new platform, then restacking the firewood). Wrapped the mortar mix in four layers of plastic and battened down the hatch, confident that the bags will stay dry over the winter. Went swimming again after work; took a full five minutes to work my way into the water, which is getting just a mite nippy. But, after everything numbed up, the exercise certainly felt good. Blew a gale as a squall moved through after dinner; sounds like a machine gun with the acorns hitting the roof of the RV. So who needs sleep, anyway?
