We've been working on a highway patch job. It's tedious at best and downright brutal at worst.
Due to temperatures, night is the best time to patch concrete. For sawing, it's required. Hot, expanding pavement can trap a concrete saw blade when the patch is finally near completely sawed. It's called a blade slam. I've felt where the slam is like somebody hitting next to your foot with a sledge hammer. The blade seizes and the only thing to do is remove the blade, saw multiple slices and relieve enough pressure to retrieve the blade. If that doesn't work, a concrete breaker is required.
As far as removing the concrete, the day works but the summer heat is brutal. Temperatures can reach over 100 degrees on any given day and there is no shade. That's why most of the work is at night and the patch is finally poured in the early morning. The increasing heat help cure the concrete quicker and getting off the highway is sooner.
So, that's where I've been. The shifts run up to 14 hours and there's little time to do much of anything except work, eat, shower and sleep.
I have some thoughts about the process of taking care of a relative that's passed. Some thoughts will require tact on my part, or a disclaimer. I don't want to offend, although the process leads to some harsh thoughts on what it takes to finally put a loved one to rest.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.