P.L. Chestney is a late bloomer. At twenty five years of age, she was granted indentured servant status to a husband whose idea of a marital relationship was to keep the woman locked in the house, and naked. With the marriage, came two sons and a new job title, slave to the selfish, normal kids; now, thankfully grown and independent. During this period, P.L. was cursed with the responsibility of a house; all upkeep, repair and remodelling. There was no money to pay tradespeople, so, P.L. went...See more
P.L. Chestney is a late bloomer. At twenty five years of age, she was granted indentured servant status to a husband whose idea of a marital relationship was to keep the woman locked in the house, and naked. With the marriage, came two sons and a new job title, slave to the selfish, normal kids; now, thankfully grown and independent. During this period, P.L. was cursed with the responsibility of a house; all upkeep, repair and remodelling. There was no money to pay tradespeople, so, P.L. went to free trade college. She was looking for an avocation, and repair abilities. Her husband, Robert, a workaholic chef, was working eighty hours in a good week. P.L. made a lot of mistakes, as she learned, especially, about plumbing. P.L. is now an advocate for women, to learn, where the main water shut off valve, is located, in the house. For a few years, P.L. bred, Airdales, German Shephards, a magnificent Mackinzee Valley Timber Wolf, now deceased, and domestic Bengal cats. The animals barely paid for their upkeep. P.L. was in the red, after all the shovelling. P.L., the child of extremely disfunctional parents, aren't we all, is a fanatic animal lover, poet, environmentalist, Christian, social activist, cement mixer, inventor, cartoonist, upholsterer, tennis umpire, appliance repairperson, artist, mail sorter, and computer programmer. P.L. found a 2000 BMW touring Sedan, in 1983, for $500, and drove it home on three cylinders. She built an engine hoist, pulled, and rebuilt the engine for her husband's birthday. That project, the husband drooled over. One year, P.L. and the boys dug up the side of the house for a patio; a section 70 ft. long, 20 ft. wide, and 2 ft. deep. P.L. searchedthe garbage and dump for old metal: bike frames, metal mattress frame, pipes; anything metal to be used as rebar structure in the cement. P.L. asked her husband why he didn't come home and help lay the 6 yds. of cement. He said he thought P.L. was making a mistake. Then, there was the year P.L. ripped off the roof, for an addition to the house. When asked why he didn't help this time, the husband replied, "I thought P.L. was out of her mind." After the cement patio success; how hard is it to screw up cement?, P.L. decided to express herself in cement. You, no doubt, have heard of the Great Wall of China, well P.L. built the great wall of Chestney. For over fifteen years, P.L. mixed cement, one 80 pound bag, at a time, in a wheelbarrow. Her mix record, for her best day, was, 10, eighty pound bags, one by one. During those years, she put up a footing, 14 inches high by 12 inches wide, and 200 feet long, to set fence posts in. She was intrigued by the permanency of cement. She started out mixing 14 bags to an 8 ft. section but rapidly learned to buy ten cent broken bricks, in lots, for fill, and reduced her mix count to 6 bags, per 8 ft. section. P.L. then decided there was more potential for cement as decorative ground cover. Besides, she was tired of mowing the grass. She started covering ground with heavy duty paving bricks and other odd things she could cement down. She eventually filled in the entire back yard, plus many more areas with cement coverage. One day, while cementing over ground, in the back yard, the husband came out and excitedly insisted, P.L. leave openings to drain water. P.L. thought the husband was interfering and controlling again, but did what he suggested. Shebuilt a large open pit barbecue, and a drain canal to a 4 inch waste pipe. Boy was she glad, she heard him. She has never had a flooded back yard. One time, she tried to add up the number of pounds of cement she had mixed, by hand, but gave up at 70,000lbs. Now, she has a cement mixer. P.L. is a Jill of all trades, master... See less
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