Forty eight-inch concrete blocks were on the pallet in the foreground when I fetched them, and I’ll not put that 1,600-pound burden on my truck again. The blocking-up going on here was in an area where chintzy plastic blocks from California filled the entire space. Many of them had cracked, and their insulation value even as new was probably negligible.
The new glass blocks are nominally 8x8x4”, quite substantial things. The customers and I were impressed with their bulk.
I infilled a small area on either side of the lintel with small stones, and said that if the little stones are a visual distraction, they could be painted when the new concrete block is painted. I hate to see stones painted and was glad to hear that the customers would not paint-erase what I called my “signature.”
The male half of my latest customers, posing before a finished job at their place.
Plastic block filled this whole blocked-in space, and we had no trouble pushing, kicking and hammering it out. Many of the plastic blocks were waterlogged. I told this fellow that he could’ve raised goldfish in them, but that their swimming confines might have been inhumane. He hadn’t noticed the water retention of the plastic blocks.
Plastic block filled this whole blocked-in space, and we had no trouble pushing, kicking and hammering it out. Many of the plastic blocks were waterlogged. I told this fellow that he could’ve raised goldfish in them, but that their swimming confines might have been inhumane. He hadn’t noticed the water retention of the plastic blocks.