I had big plans for Sunday, and unbeknownst to me, Lloyd did, too. Both projects involved concrete. We got up, did not shower, watched church online, then I made him go to my work with me for moral support. Lloyd was dressed fully redneck, which was so funny. (I shouldn’t laugh. I was dressed as a homeless person.)
The logs on the top of our hill have been slowly rotting for a long time. They’re not so much soggy and rotten, but they are disintegrating. The pieces that the kids flake off (which enrages me) are dry and light like sponges. It’s so weird. A couple of years ago I poured FlexSeal over the whole thing but that did very little to slow down the process, plus the children peeled it all way.
This time? Cement. Vinyl patch cement, to be precise. I know that this is just one more stopgap measure, but something had to be done.
First, we screwed some steel mesh into the log. The wood was so soft I could just push the screw in the first inch. Have I mentioned that it was incredibly windy? We had gusts of 40 – 50 miles an hour, so we had to weight everything down so it wouldn’t blow off the hill.
Next, I mixed up bags of the cement to a putty-like consistency and plastered it on.
I was super worried that I underestimated how much it would take and I’d have to stop halfway through, but I had just enough for one coat across the whole log.
It needs one more coat, and I guess I should work on the other log, too.
I didn’t get back to it on Sunday, though, because I had to run to Lincoln (dressed as a homeless person) to get stuff for Lloyd’s project. But first, I had to make lunch. Stay tuned.