When I sent Rand a message that we were interrupted by a downpour, his reply was: “Mississippi is a harsh mistress!” (Note: who said it is the mistress who is harsh–besides Rando, I mean? Maybe Mississippi is a harsh master, or just a harsh boss, what ever the gender?) The bricklayer had one row done, and started on the second when the pouring rain came out of a sky that had been clear blue and sweat-dripping sunshine only a few moments prior.
Everyone worked in the rain as long as possible–just a light sprinkle in the beginning, and then we took shelter. If one has been in Mississippi long–uhm, like your entire life or at least 18 years, one has learned to roll with it. Probably the same everywhere, like for example Texas, where the saying was “if you don’t like the weather, just wait a minute and it will change.”
And then, the sun came out again with a vengeance and the rows were completed…
Partially filled with concrete, the remaining blocks will be completed tomorrow. I give props to this crew who did their best to complete today. The Mississippi weather boss just let us down. Regardless, as always, I have a deep admiration for the men and women who do this work. Labor is how my father made his living and it runs deep in my family. I am grateful, even on a day like today, that I learned some of those skills from them. After maneuvering the car out of the front yard, J picked up supper and I had a well-earned shower. It does get better than that, but for tonight, I was grateful for all that was done today.