Having finished the repairs to the fire pit at the AB&G, I stand back to admire my work. Reinforcing the blocks with some strategically placed rebar, and using some reinforcing wire between the second and third course seems to have done the trick.
I used the left over mortar to surface the front of the block work which now gives it a smooth finish. I even managed to reurathane the oak cap on the top.
I was requested to pick up some supplies on my return, and have done so. Honking the horn as I drive onto the Homestead property with some ACME fireworks in the bed of the truck.
I get assistance unloading the explosives from the truck into the waiting boat, and Woody and I make our way to the little island and set up the display. I show Woody the remote for firing off the displays and I remark how I hope the range is enough to allow us to do so from the bonfire. “If not, one of us may have to get closer to the island.”
Now that everything seems to be settled, and there's no more brain power going to be needed, I crack open a cold one from the cooler and take a long pull from the beer bottle. “One thing I've always wondered about that Coyote fellow,” I say, “if he had enough money to buy all the ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?”
“I really need to get back to The Cove and take a quick shower,” I announce, “I'm coated in block dust and mortar, pluse some genuine Covems sweat.”
I take my leave from the assembled folks just as Miss Stone and Brandy are making their way to the bonfire area.
Back at The Cove, I quickly head upstairs, undress and hop into the shower. “Interesting day.” I think as I lather up, “it being Friday and all.”
After having toweled off and shaved, I get dressed in my favorite jeans, a soft muslin long sleeved shirt and my western style vest. I adjust the collar on the vest while checking myself out in the mirror. Socks and boots complete the outfit and I nestle my freshly brushed hat on the top of my head.
“All set.”
