Once the base layer was in place, the pace picked up dramatically. The next three layers of bricks taking the same amount of time as the first one.
|Abuti Sama cuts the plastic to|
the correct size.
The miscommunication showed itself as my friend and I discussed what he told me before I went to the supply store. When he described the plastic, he said it was “for the floor” so I bought enough to cover the entire floor. What was actually needed was to go around the edge of the floor. Out came a hacksaw and we cut the edge of my giant roll to achieve the needed dimensions. Internally I lamented the waste of money until my friend told me we would use the plastic on the floor too, since we have it.
Watching the precision and craft that went into making everything level and strong, I feel much better about paying the builders today.
I spent the day trying to help. Women do not typically help in construction, so my efforts were not always encouraged. The guys, most of whom are my friends and one is my brother, would tease me until I jumped in to load, unload, or carry the bricks. Then, they would stop me, telling me I am strong my hands are too soft.
|The chicken coop at the end of day two.|