The previous owners of the house, great fans of all things concrete who left us two inches of cement over the maple hardwood floor in the front hallway, also left us an angel-brick planter in the front yard, which I destroyed earlier in the month with the joy of a happy warrior. I’ve loathed the thing since we moved in – before, really. Pix are below.
A pick and sledgehammer were involved.
It was a lot of fun.
The gouge in my hand is healing, thank you.
Anyway, the happy warrior’s happy smashing slowed down when I got down to the foundation, which was apparently designed to survive a nuclear apocalypse. The power chisel I rented from Home Depot (the rental guy looked oddly at me and said: ‘You’ve never rented anything from us? But you’re here all the time!’) made a dent in the problem, literally, but not much more.
Anyway, it’s clearly time for the professionals. (If you’re ever in this situation, look up Demolition in the Yellow Pages.)