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Weekend, with concrete

Went to my parents’ place for the weekend. It was a normal sort of weekend at New House, which is to say that I spent time with my family, read and wrote a little, watched as others gardened, helped mix concrete, poured and formed the wet concrete into a support pad for the waterfall pump, went in the hot tub, and ate many things out on the deck in the sunshine. This is our version of normal, because my family's not content unless someone’s building, fixing, improving, digging, or tearing down something.

And really, what else would I do after painting my toenails gold but slop concrete over rebars with a shovel? Highly entertaining stuff, concrete, but it does dry out one’s hands.



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Aug. 5th, 2008 02:39 am (UTC)
I learned how to mix concrete with a family friend when I was thirteen or so.

The actual mixing was quite possibly the funnest thing ever, that dry to gloopy thing, but now I can't even think about it as substance without my claustrophobia spazzing out. (How it goes from gloopy to hard.) It wasn't an issue when I was younger, either. Strange, that.
Aug. 6th, 2008 09:26 pm (UTC)
Ah, yes, I can see that claustrophobia and concrete might not be the best combination. But at least the gloopy to hard process takes a really long time ... or is that worse?

Though my parents used it a lot when I was growing up, my main encounter with concrete as a kid was when my best friend rollerbladed through a newly poured sidewalk. Good times.
Aug. 9th, 2008 01:55 am (UTC)
Oh goodness yes, the time *should* help, but I've found my paranoia doesn't respond to logic. I've tried to train it, and yet, it's still convinced that, for example, the elevator door will open to a solid brick wall rather than a hallway. (Yes, I avoid elevators too.)

Did you ever carve your initials in newly poured sidewalk panels? It's been my dream forever, and I never actually have.
Aug. 5th, 2008 03:56 pm (UTC)
karina is concrete woman!
What would make this story infinitely cooler would be if some sort of radioactive material got involved and mutated you into...

Concrete Woman! A super hero with the ability to ooze concrete from her pores at will.

ps. - My family also feels the urge to reconstruct everything they see.
Aug. 6th, 2008 09:22 pm (UTC)
Re: karina is concrete woman!
Devon, have you not heard of a superhero's secret identity? And here you're giving mine away -- in bold, no less!

Expect your books returned to you encased in concrete. ;)
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