Relative Something

Okay, it was a paver, not a brick. We are up at the lake for the weekend! It’s the first time I’ve been up here all summer and the first thing I noticed was a gaping hole in the front steps.

After opening windows, adding water to the pond, and then cleaning out the gutter on the backside of the house (don’t ask), I decided that the busted paver deserved immediate attention. The only problem was, I had no idea how the steps were built. I didn’t know if cement was involved and if it would even be possible to remove just one “brick.”

So, I just started slow. Perseverance paid off and the paver eventually started to come loose. Once I had it out, it was time to hunt for a replacement.

Oh, yeah, that might have been a smart thing to figure out before tearing into the top, center step in front of the door.

With Cyndie’s help, we came up with a replacement paver and set about devising a process to install it.

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We are both quite proud of the result.

After that, it was time for a swim. Oh what a divine treat that was.

Topped off with a pizza from our favorite local restaurant, it was a wonderfully satisfying day for us.

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