Today, I’m thankful for our Sunday School class, the Honeymooners. I don’t know if I’ve ever been part of a more gracious, uplifting, fun bunch of people. They’re wonderful to be around. Did I mention they’re a blast? We feel so blessed to be a part of the class and thankful for everyone that’s in it.
Going into our backyard project, we had a clear plan:
1. Tear down the bar.
2. Bust up the concrete.
3. Tear down Structure #2.
4. Bust out the giant dead hot tub.
5. Build new crushed granite patio.
6. Throw big backyard party.
All of this, we figured, would be done in less than a month. Tops. That was March.
This is November. We’ve finished steps 1-3 and this weekend, we started step #4: Bust out the hot tub.
For a quick refresher, when we moved into the Little House, there was a large covered deck in the middle of the yard. Because it cut the yard physically and visually in half, we decided to tear it down.
Three weekends ago, Kevin and I managed to tear down the roof and pillars of the structure, revealing a giant, dead, concrete hot tub concealed under the deck… still filled with green, slimy water.
We were stumped. Stymied. Stuck. How were we going to bust that giant piece of concrete out with just the two of us?
This weekend, our wonderful friends in our Sunday School class, the Honeymooners, came to our rescue. While all the wives went shopping, the husbands showed up at our house, sledgehammers and safety glasses in hand, to help Kevin bust out our very own black lagoon.
Like the small concrete pad that the now destroyed bar had set on, this hot tub could have withstood a hurricane, tornado, and nuclear bomb… all at the same time. It’s walls are more than two feet thick and made up of concrete filled cinder block, complete with enough rebar to build an interstate highway. The guys had a heck of a time breaking it up, but with a little help from our good friend Little Jack, they were able to finally make a dent.
And here’s where we are today:
They managed to get the outer ring of cinder block off most of the structure and the rubble carried out to the growing pile waiting for the city pickup.
It’s a little overwhelming how much is left to do to get this bleepity-bleeping hot tub out of our life forever, but I can’t say how thankful I am for the Honeymooner’s men that came out to help on Saturday!