Removing the mortar is dusty work. Very dusty work. Here is a picture of my gloves and tools. The color of my gloves, according to the manufacturer, is "Dusty Rose". I believe I will just call them Dusty and forget the overly romantic bit about the Rose.
Here is a tableau I call "House Interior Adjacent to Construction Zone, with Elvis". As you can see, the construction zone is trying very hard to encroach upon my house interior. Out, damn stone! There is dust on the floor, on the furniture, in my hair, up my nose, and just about everywhere else you can think of.
Here is the wall in question. Once a sufficient amount of old crumbly dirty mortar has been removed, Ryno will replace it with clean new mortar, making the wall stronger and more attractive.Here are Ryan and Aaron framing in windows.
Those boys sure build nice windows, don't they?
And here is Elvis. If we leave him in the house he mopes to be let out with us. When we let him out he mopes because it is cold and the ground is covered in frozen snow. Poor, pathetic Elvis.In sad news, our chicken Dude has passed away. The Dude no longer abides. We are not sure what the cause of death was. We hope she had a good life. Despite being requested to do so (I hope it was a joke?) I am not going to post any post-mortem pictures of her on this blog. Instead, here are a couple pictures of the park in winter.
And here is Elvis. If we leave him in the house he mopes to be let out with us. When we let him out he mopes because it is cold and the ground is covered in frozen snow. Poor, pathetic Elvis.In sad news, our chicken Dude has passed away. The Dude no longer abides. We are not sure what the cause of death was. We hope she had a good life. Despite being requested to do so (I hope it was a joke?) I am not going to post any post-mortem pictures of her on this blog. Instead, here are a couple pictures of the park in winter.
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