This is my little brother. He’s not so little anymore. See that bag that he’s carrying? It weighs 60 pounds. It is full of cement mix. 60 pounds is a lot. I know this because I tried to carry a few 60 pound bags.
After I carried 3 bags I decided to go get my camera. It isn’t as heavy. As I was walking to get my camera, I passed my dad. He was carrying three bags of the 60 pound cement mix. He’s a bit stronger than I am.
Izak’s pretty strong too. Even though his nickname is Skron, don’t be fooled. He’s learned the fine art of making perfectly creamy cement.
It involves adding those 60 pound bags of mix into a moving mixer that is older than his 23 years.
It also involves shooting water into the mixer to make sure it isn’t too creamy. The hose weighs much less than the 60 pound bag of cement mix, in case you were wondering.
Today I discovered that the current cement mixer can hold approx. 3.5 bags of mix. No more. No less. Otherwise there’s problems that involve electricity, frowns and a tiresome removal process. We won’t talk about that today. Nope.
I also learned that just because the hose weighs less than the 60 pound bag of mix that does not mean that I should add more water. Izak let me spray the hose and I added too much water. The cement looked very uncreamy.
That meant that we had to do some special tweaking so the boss-man wouldn’t find out. Luckily the boss is our dad.
This is Izak. Seriously, he’s not so little anymore.
