I am in the process of pulling up a bunch of flagstone in our backyard. One: because the stones weren't done right and they are too low in the ground and they have grass overtaking them, and two: I don't want the kids tripping over these things or falling on them hurting themselves. So I am piling them up and making a stack on the one side of the yard. These rocks are assorted sizes and thicknesses. Most of them are a couple inches thick and around 14 inches across and weigh anywhere from 10 pounds to 100 pounds. I am carrying these rocks across the yard to the pile so it's quite the workout.
Anyway I am getting toward the end of what I want to get done for the night and come across a huge stone. Real big, real thick, and real freaking heavy. Now I probably could have carried this beast across the yard, but since I am not sure if I want to have anymore kids or not, I really didn't want to attempt that. So I decide to break the stone up with a sledgehammer. I clear out the family to the other side of a huge tree and proceed to take a HUGE swing at this stone and it breaks neatly into 4 pieces.... cool. So I get to another huge stone and decide to sledge it again. I decide to take a lesser swing since these things break pretty easy. I hit the stone and feel a piece hit my leg... ouch.. that hurt kinda. I look down to see a quarter size piece of stone sticking in my leg about 1/4 inch. It didn't really hurt, but it was strange seeing the rock in my leg. So I took it out and cleaned myself up. I decide that was enough for the night so I put away my tools and had dinner. I think I will wear jeans the next time I decide to sledgehammer anymore rock.
Anyone need some (possibly bloody) flagstone??
2 comments:
First damn, damn, damn, next ouch, ouch, ouch! Now there will be fireside chats of the tales and adventures of Dave & the house in need of some long-forgotten care from the previous owners.
Are you doing any tree felling?
That's what you get for beating on defenseless flagstones. Geesh.
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