Every spare second of my time over the last week has been spent moving around pieces of concrete. I wore holes through the fingers of my gloves, and then wore my fingertips raw. When I laid the last chunk of urbanite today I almost didn’t know what to do with myself for the rest of the day. I just hung around the house site for a while, walking some on the foundation to test the stones, and make sure they didn’t move. Now that the foundation is finished, the wall is ready for some cob! I can’t wait to get some mud on my feet.
So, today I did use a little cement to mortar the bricks in the threshold. The guy at a local building supply store gave me a free bag of concrete that had busted open. Here’s some mortar action:
And the threshold:
And here I am gloating over my beautiful, beautiful stemwall: