So, I mentioned that our family came and helped with tearing our garage down, cutting up the roof and getting rid of it. It was a huge project and they did it in record time.
That still left all the brick. Cause a lot of brick died that day….
All this brick.
And more in the shadows that you can’t see cause I have a crappy camera. :-p Hopefully the title I chose has become clearer to you now.
So today, Saturday, we spent the most of the day sorting good brick from bad brick and moving it to separate areas. It felt like a huge exercise of futility.
I think every muscle in my body felt something today. Even my feet were asleep at the end of what we worked on. I’m not all that sore, but everything feels weak and shaky. That means tomorrow is going to be a doozy. Hubby might have to roll me into church in the morning. Or carry me over his shoulder. I don’t know. I do know, however, that the prospects of my legs working in the morning aren’t looking too good.
Good things come from junk tho! My sis-in-law’s hubby wanted some of the brick, so he came over with the family and his dad’s big tractor and ‘loaded up the pick-up’. (Taylor Mason anyone? Hehe, he’s funny.)