After I got burned by the druggie masonery “master” I took matters onto my own hands and ordered a pallet of quikqrete from lowes and got to work.
I tried so hard to get to the porch before the cold weather incroached on the 40 degree curing threshold.
I managed to get all of the stairs and landings done.
Its not perfect but after some touchups I a can live with it.
Working against time and other sabotaging forces I stripped the tile from the porch and started shoveling the mounds of sand some idiot put under a bad tile repair.
And of course my controling mother called me every hour on the hour to make up some stupid excuse I needed to come home for. Her and my dad was usually watching Wylliam my three year old but she loved to use him as a token to tell me to come back home or call a thousand times with a thousand requests. I was actually enjoying bringing Wylliam to the house with me until I discovered the peeling paint on the porch ceiling was lead. Until it gets remdiated I had to put a halt to him going with me. With all of the derailments, before I got the remesh anchored down on porch … the temperature dropped to Tundra and it snowed. Now with temps steady in the 30s I have to figure out how to pour the concrete base and tile the floor in the freezing cold or wait it out… I decided to cover it in tarps and wait for spring again.
