I have no natural affinity for cement work. No, concrete is definitely not my immediate
forte. However, I am certain, with some
practice and proper equipment, I could master it if I chose to. I do not.
What am I yammering about?
This morning was to be a DIY morning.
My steps are in need of repair, thanks in part to the gas company
jack-hammering up against them last fall and the winter we’ve had. They are also old. Extremely old. They were worn when I moved in 25 years
ago. Age does not become them.
I know they will need replacing eventually but I hoped to
postpone the expense by sealing them to halt the crumbling. Excellent idea in theory. In actuality, not so much. To begin with the scraps of wood I was sure
just had to be tuck away in the basement were not.
On to plan B for form construction. In case you’re wondering, no, chicken wire
and duct tape are not an acceptable substitute.
But I gave it the proverbial college try anyway. It is not anywhere close to smooth and square
but that wasn’t really the intent. I was
going for functional.
No clue if I accomplished that. There is currently plastic covering the
glop. Hey, I’ve seen cementing
done. They always cover up the area with
plastic once they are finished. Bet they
don’t apply sun-in before they begin as I did.
Multitasking at it’s finest!
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