Here we go again! Carl's been on vacation since Tuesday afternoon, so we've been working on the Stone Thingie non-stop. Well, we do stop to eat and sleep. We're not THAT dedicated. The week is going much too fast, but we sure can't complain about the weather, which has been wonderful. We've had temps in the upper 70's during the day with nonstop sunshine. Just perfect for mortaring. Should we mix some up?
After the old mortar mixer has done it's job and everything looks well-stirred, it's time to dump it out on your handy piece of plywood. We don't own a hawk, which is a traditional tool of bricklayers or plasterers. We mix up too much mortar to hold onto comfortably in every batch.
They're the next course, waiting to happen. The process of finding and cutting those stones to size took a good ten hours of work. Nothing happens fast with this project, especially since the tallest stones are around four inches thick at the most. We had twenty-four feet of cut stone to mortar last night, counting the inside and outside of the wall.
After wetting the surface of the stone above and below, Carl slices off a hunk of mortar and plops it on top of the previous course of stones and makes a nice, level layer. Then he takes the loose rock and sets it carefully in place in the bed of wet mortar.
My job (not illustrated) is to cram mortar in between the stones in the vertical joints between each one. Then I go back and rake out the excess mortar after it has had a chance to set up a little. Everyone has their own style of mortaring, and since we're not professionals, we have our own amateur style, which is to remove (or rake) out about a half inch of the mortar so as to have consistent joints between the stones.
Carl (for some reason) doesn't have a problem with the way I rake and finish the mortar joints. Tomorrow I'll take a picture of my assorted tools. I just know you're waiting with bated breath to see them, ha.
Just like Scarlett O'Hara said, "Tomorrow is another day."
Time for this Old Unit to hit the hay. Oh, but wait, I promised I'd talk about the class reunion, didn't I? We had an enjoyable time at the reunion, visiting with old friends and catching up on what's been going on with each other. I certainly was one of the biggest chicks at the reunion, but well, I guess someone has to be, right? (Bigger is better only applies to bank accounts, by the way, lol!)
The jacket I sewed was ok. I had decided to put lace sleeves in it so it would be a little cooler in case I danced the night away, but we never left the banquet hall to go to the bar where the live band was playing. The band was too loud to talk over (or am I just getting that old?) so we stayed in the other hall and just listened from afar.
Scarlett O. was right, Tomorrow is another day. (And it's gonna be here faster than I thought.)