Mixin' Blues

As the snow finally recedes round these parts it reveals all the unfinished business from the times when there was no snow. Like my project of building stonewall all over the place in hopes my property does not slid of the side of the freaking mountain. So for the last few years I have been hauling stone from wherever I find em’and mixing all mortar by hand. So in hopers in getting this project done before I am in my late nineties I am succumbing to modern times and borrowing a cement mixer. I asked my friend Don if he was using his anytime soon, his reply; “ Good, god, I hope not.” So I lugged his mixer over and it got about six rotations in before the pin holding the drive shaft broke, so Lori and I were back to hand mixing. So my friend Brent comes by and says why aren’t you using that old mixer, and I told him mixers are for pansies, but can I use yours? So now I got Brent’s mixer. Then we ran out of Portland cement, no problem I got to go to the supply store to get a sheer pin for Don’s mixer any way, maybe we will find some more stones along the way.