6 October 2011

Another day, another course laid and mortared, though not without considerable frustration… seemed like every rock I touched promptly fell off the wall.  Not a good day when you run out of expletives and have to start repeating yourself.  Also found out that the rubber gloves used for dishwashing really aren’t rugged enough for washing rocks.  But when the temperature is slightly above freezing, having dry hands was nice… for awhile.  On a positive note, the auxiliary storage area floor came out reasonably level, in spite of it having been troweled flat purely by eye.  Guess that must mean that I’m a (wait for it) level headed guy.