Steve: Barrow Killer

Time for a little catch-up. How’ve you been? Excellent!/Sorry to hear that. (Delete as applicable)

Concrete work on Saturday went well. It rained before and after the project but not during. This was nice as it means I didn’t get soaked while toting and lifting. It was bad because it meant that the backyard was nice and slippery.

We had a number of different wheelbarrows that our buddy had brought over for use. Somehow in the rotation I ended up with the one wheeled barrow, as opposed to the rest that all had two wheels. It got filled a little too full from the truck. I started off having a hard time balancing it, hit a bump heading into the backyard, lost the balance of it, regained the balance of it, hit and bump as well as a muddy patch and lost it, spilling concrete onto the lawn. This was more of an annoyance than anything else, apart from my concern that I’d pulled something while trying to keep the wheelbarrow from falling.

I cleaned up the spill as best I could and then had a little sit-down. I removed my hat to cool off. Once the cool October air had a chance to hit my warm head I started sweating madly. It also made my hat cold when I put it back on. This was pleasantly weird.

I continued on. Nearer the end I started pushing the two-wheeler I was then using into the backyard. I got it in there fine, made the turn and then it became difficult to push. Very quickly it became impossible for me to push. As it turned out, I wasn’t tired; one of the tyres had popped. We scooped most of the concrete out until I could shift it again. After that, I was done with wheelbarrowing. I made myself a scraper instead.

The slab turned out nice in the end.