Recently a section of our backyard fence blew down. We knew we were going to have to eventually fix a few sections of our fence, but providence it seems wanted us to take care of it sooner than later. We took down a few sections of the fence are going to have to replace the posts. In order to do so and pour new concrete, however, we had to dig out the old concrete cylinders. They were evil. As we continued to dig around them, they became more and more annoying and I gave them names.
This was Stallin:
And this one was Chairman Mao:
Mao came out first. After we'd dug far enough, we wrapped a chain around the slabs and used a steel rod as a levy to lift it up and out.
This is me a bit exhausted after pulling Stallin out. The picture does not do its size justice. They were truly evil.
4 comments:
We would have had to hire a professional to fix our fence for us. But my dad has been kind enough to drive down and help us every step of the way. THANK YOU, DAD!!!!
-Beth
Ahh, the glories of home ownership!
There must be something wrong with me. Reading the post, all I could think was how fun it would have been to take turns beating the concrete to smithereens, in between sips of Henry Weinhart's Root Beer.
You are welcome to drive up here with your cute family and do that very thing any time you like!
-Beth
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