Himself worked hard this weekend at Too. The old cabin had settled at the corners. She’s been droopy and needing a face lift for a few years. The porch has settled too, enough that the door won’t always open all the way and the porch has pulled away from the cabin.
This weekend was a preliminary “prep” weekend leading up to a bigger, better weekend this fall when it is cooler. We will pull the porch floor off, replace the porch columns, and pour concrete porch supports – and then put her all back together. If we are lucky. Or determined.
It was a bear of a weekend -- 90 degrees and humid. Just walking in the sun caused the sweat to pour from his brow so Himself worked in the shade, took advantage of the breeze and rested frequently. He got three of the supports done Saturday. Each support involved digging dry, packed Missouri dirt out from under the cabin (not to be mistaken nor compared with the impacted granite dust at III). There also would have been at least one cement block at each post, sometimes two -- which the cabin, plumbed and leveled, originally set on. They had settled and been sucked into the clay and had to be hacked out too.
My job this Saturday was to go to town for groceries, cement mix and, of course, the garage sales. After I returned, I was designated Tote and Fetcher (my Dad’s term) –the “go get this” “go do that” person but I am used to this role so I Toted and Fetched and helped however I could.
And at the cabin’s “corner stone”, Himself left a sweet surprise . . . the other side
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