This was even more dangerous than taking the hearth down in flip flops. But mostly to Joe, who had to stand on the roof and heave cinderblocks onto the lawn. It was very Donkey Kong-esque.
I, meanwhile had to haul each block (or the fragments) into our growing cinderblock castle. I am starting to know how the Hebrew slaves who built the pyramids felt.
Still, there is just something about saying to people, Oh, you went to the beach this weekend? That’s nice. I demolished a 20-foot tall masonry structure and moved five elephants’ weight in cinderblocks.