Putting Bricks Over Existing Cement

I was pretty satisfied with the rendition of methods I posted in early 2009 on ways to improve the look of existing cement pads and patios by gluing brick pavers over the surfaces of cement. The bottom example in that post also gives us a glimpse at how we can manage the same task by simply building a paver patio over an existing cement pad by using more traditional methods and raising the entire thing.

Here it is: “Laying Pavers On Cement”

This post was issued in February 2009. I keep seeing search results streaming into this blog with a very steady – if not increasing – frequency. I choose to highlight this again owing to those many searches. I reached an assumption: Among the reasons I believe we see more interest in the technologies  involved with paving over existing facilities have be economic.

And, yes, it is even more possible to glue pavers onto existing cement. And Lord yes, it is also far more attractive. I’m sure we can agree that this – below – is more attractive (disregarding the unfortunate camerawork of yours truly as it ‘lists’ to the left):

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I think it’s better than this:

Elevation Changes

The gluing effort raises the height of the edifice attached to, and figures hugely in the technical brain pans of the guys tasked to install them. But in the end the process is generally pretty straightforward. Adding 2.375 inches won’t affect Global Warming.  😉

Glue or Cement?

Other considerations which demand attention:

1. The possibility of using a grout/cement base mix. This is a terrific option and is especially pertinent when dealing with real, clay-fired brick – and not the compressed cement cement pavers I so often deal with. Here in Louisville, for example, the use of bricks as a building material of choice is widespread and really nice to look at. There are equally huge variations in colors. The “Used Brick” look has often just startled me with how gorgeous it looks.

Laying fired brick on a sand/rock base – for example used brick – for paving can be done, but the variations in sizes – not just width but everything – make it pretty tough to expeditiously lay on sand. It becomes a puzzle. Here’s a Louisville project we completed just last Fall:

That’s a pre-planting view, fresh after sealing. It had a remarkable amount of pain but the look was very nice and the client was quite happy. Below we can get at least some idea of the difficulties inherent in variations in sizes of the bricks. Enlarge this for an even better perspective

Here are a few examples of projects where we did indeed add pavers over existing concrete structures. The first one is from the, ahem, ’tilted picture’ above, just from 90 degrees. It also shows that we created a circular pattern at the doorway, which I thought might be cool and which the owner was beside himself over:

In the patio featured below, (from the same home), we also added lighting, running wire behind the pavers, for those who wonder what is possible:

Below, we added pavers to the steps, then worked outwards:

Here is one we actually laid on glue using fired-brick facing. It delivered a very nice “Used Brick” look and was nice and substantial:

This was an interesting project, adding a circular element to an existing rectangular one:

The sheer professionalism of the picture-taker needs some remarks. 😉

Wait. Nevermind.

Next post, we’ll deal with the application of glue and the conditions required for the best and most permanent adhesion. We will also enter the debate about water, glue and the expansion of the adhesive.

For now, seeing these examples of successful applications of bricks over cement structures, suffice it to say we can safely assume it is most do-able.

Musings On Growing Up – “Black Ink”

I’ve taken a break recently from blogging here. This blog is always a labor of love and has of course changed in many ways as my circumstances have altered. To be frank, the break has been good for me. I have always cringed at – yet accepted the rules and time constraints of toil as a normal diet of maturity. I think we all have.

I have been fortunate enough in my landscaping career to have encountered the tickling sensations of accomplishment, for which I am eternally grateful. It takes us nearer to an immortality as we devise what we suspect are permanent systems of substance for the pleasure of those to whom we labor. Both parties gain immeasurably – the client from his living aid – the contractor/designer from his gift to the world and his labors. His crew experience their own brushes with Righteousness as the projects close.

Work itself, as we all know, offers redemption as well as accomplishment. As Eric Hoffer says:

“No matter what our achievements might be, we think well of ourselves only in rare moments. We need people to bear witness against our inner judge, who keeps book on our shortcomings and transgressions. We need people to convince us that we are not as bad as we think we are.”

I agree. This is exactly why you need a waterfall!!!   😉  (Made by me!!)

Back to work…………and the reality of My Work:

On the negative end (at work) the injuries, the occasional dust-ups with anger from all sides, the incredibly helplessness in the face of a mean-spirited Weather God, bereft of humor save for Irony – all form an alternative Universe which seems to descend inexorably on us all.

What to make of all this? All these Opposites!

Recently, in the space of a month, the faces of the remote and oddly-disconnected Love and Death settled in, affecting my heart and soul to degrees I am scrambling to catch up with. Fate decided to present me with the exquisite pleasure of finally meeting someone who means as much to me as nearly anyone I’ve ever known. A reunion of souls occurred which had its origins here – on a computer. My virtual “family” became one in fact as an indescribably lovely series of events scrolled across my human life and perceptions like an Early Christmas for the Soul. I felt rich beyond measure as we conversed, face to face – as if I had done something very Right.

Subsequently, a dear Soul mate and member of my extended family passed away, God bless her. She loved me and my family extremely dearly, did Katie Short. Without resorting to the maudlin, I will just say it reminded me of something more obviously substantial as time goes on: that life compresses with age. Events actually gather momentum and stream helplessly as the Eternity imagined from Youth becomes less of that. The pain is real, much as was the Love I have gained from the former event.

 

On a lesser – but incredibly evocative and meaningful level – I also watched myself  literally “lose” 2 living friends, as emotional events created another graveyard – this one mired in vanity, loss and misperception. It made me wonder if somehow I had not been paying attention to the parallel Universe where persons and events smack together like loose Protons and Quarks, as we continue sightlessly forward, immeasurably confused about the human motives and all of our human frailties. Our tiny egos march ahead like lions as our suspected courage makes us less than we once were, robbing us of our destinies and presenting us with problems we must actually wait for others to decide on. The absolute, complete absurdity of life never stops………. and all we seem to be able to do is endure it. This is inarguable for us all. I have therefore finally learned something – “It is”, as they say, “what it is”.

Not much of a prize, is it?

Heavy thoughts on this Saturday morning.

It’s been a Summer of stunning emotional variety and not all of it good whatsoever. Challenged by these events, I feel somehow chastened – as if I am realizing truths and factoids which exist in the amazingly huge gaps between the human atoms.

I arrived to my 60’s like March does – with a roar and a massive red hot club, playing the crap out of softball, embracing an evolving life like a vain 18 year old. A couple years into it, I have gotten myself beat to crap, lol.

As I often quote Mike Hammer: “It was like the kiss at the end of a hot, wet fist.”  😉

Here’s an irony: I admit I do still feel pretty darn good. I now wonder if this blanket, unthinking optimism is some style of curse, leering at me like The Last Temptation. I know – I am waving my weenie at Fate Itself in this unusually sophomoric fantasy which recognizes pretty much my feelings as some sort of bottom line. In a sense, even a beaver or maybe even that tin can over there can see the futility of that.

Right now, I don’t think so. For better or for worse, I feel my connections to real folks and they warm me. When I analyze my wide-ranging and numerous life mistakes, they Tazer me back with massive, clinging regret and they cool me back down. My regrets are Huge. Massive. The tale of them forms a line of shame. These ‘faux pas’ could destroy anyone. I smile and nod and hug others, and I feel unworthy as hell sometimes. How does one live with his guilt, I often ponder?

I now realize this is life itself. Our mistakes are a field of accounting which never realizes Black Ink. Nor can we “take them back”.

I have come to believe we need to begin each and every day with a clean slate.  I know – it’s a perfect dodge, lol. But I confess this aphorism has more merit the more I entertain its relevance to this planet of ours:

“Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof” Matthew 6:34

Musical Interlude – Ginger Baker

Ginger Baker was last identified by many as the drummer for Cream. Now in his 70’s, he still rips it out, along with some of the world’s best musicians. In the first tune, Ginger drums while uber-illustrious jazz bassist Charlie Haden plucks the bass and Bill Frizell strums the guitar in his fashion. The bass solo is a bit long, but the song shows Baker’s evolution, complete with his rolling style.

 

The second tune is a favorite Cream tune of mine, also made recently as they reunited in Royal Albert Hall in 2005, after 30 years apart. It seemed electric.

Baker’s reputation is messy, with a drug reputation – no doubt well-deserved. But he is still a rocker and shaker, he seems healthy as heck now and he makes brilliant music, with excellent players.

I’d Like To Know More About………….

Much of my time is spent writing or reading about the things which interest me. No, it’s not always trade-related, although I absolutely can’t leave a newly-discovered favorite. The fact is, I visit all sorts of gardening, landscaping, architectural and artist’s sites, always sniffing for those incredibly fascinating, well-thought-out  factors which seem so Immortally Gorgeous.

I’ve always had garden writers to whom I pay rapt attention on what amounts to very nearly a daily basis.  Faire Garden, a gardening blog by a wonderful lady, Frances,  who updates it daily – and always with such perfect photography and humble words – she is a total favorite. As is Nancy Bond’s Leaping Greenly – to whom I pay more attention than she thinks. Another favorite who covers almost exactly the same weird taste as myself is Alice Joyce @ Alice’s Garden Travel Buzz. She pays the same rapt sort of admiring focus as I do to such people and things as Antonio Gaudi, Glass Art, Vertical Gardening – and exotic, problematic blooms which so thrive where she lives in San Francisco. Another Northern Californian who exchanged his focus on garden design to that of antiques is Philip Bewley – long a favorite of mine whose blog is archived here – Philip’s Garden Blog – and provides what I consider to be among the very best Garden Blogs ever written.

So these are people I would most certainly like to know better. But they are also people with whom I do have that opportunity, already established. We all talk amongst ourselves, in other words.  😉

No – this is what I’m talking about:

Michael and Ea Eckerman-  (and “left click” any images to enlarge – highly recommended)

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Mr. Eckerman, Senior, is a Santa Cruz, California resident, the home town where my daughter was born and where I lived for many years. His passion for the surfer’s perspective is shown in fabulous detail as he rearranges the forms of his work to match Nature’s own forms such as curling waves and the inability of Nature Herself to reproduce straight lines in any profusion whatsoever.

From their website – http://www.eckermanstudios.com/ – please visit this absolute creative genius as he displays his stone work. You will come away shocked, I promise you. Pay special attention to his fireplaces.

Let’s continue with new and some old wonders:

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Needless to say, another absolute wizard, for my money, is Patrick Blanc, the French “Johnny Appleseed” of Vertical Gardening. Here is his site:

http://www.verticalgardenpatrickblanc.com/

Mr. Blanc has developed a virtual world following with absolutely breath-taking accomplishments in “Verticality”. There are classes now being given in Portland, Oregon, specializing in vertical gardening, run out of a restaurant, of all things – Singer Hill Cafe, in Oregon City, a suburb of Portland.

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Here is an excerpt from a local newspaper there:  And here the link

“The vertical garden movement – growing plants, herbs and even trees sideways from a building’s wall – has been steadily gaining momentum over the past few years.

There’s only one problem. No one wants to share exactly how it’s done.

Oregon City’s Phil Yates is hoping to change that. Yates first planted a vertical garden against the walls of his Singer Hill Café in 2009 through research and trial-and-error. Since then, he’s gone to France to visit Patrick Blanc – who inspired Yates and is credited with inventing the vertical garden – and has expanded the garden space along the building he owns next to Singer Hill.

Yates was mesmerized by the concept, but discovered that the masters of vertical gardening have largely kept their information proprietary. Portions of Blanc’s work is copyrighted, and there are few examples of vertical gardens in the United States.

Yates response was to start the Vertical Garden Institute, a non-profit organization “dedicated to promoting the technology and beauty of vertical gardens.” The organization is housed in the building next to Singer Hill Café and will hold a grand opening event with workshops on July 18 from noon to 5 p.m. (see box).

“The goal of the Vertical Garden Institute is to educate the public on how to build these things,” Yates said.

So vertical gardening has my attention. 😉

But, then, so does Burning Man, scheduled to blow up tonight, in fact:

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Then there are those who are no longer with us. I have found it difficult to find out enough about Antonio Gaudi, for example. I recall reading the life story of Salvador Dali, who mentions Gaudi’s gigantic role in his development as an artist. Both were Catalans, the province of Spain which featured bizarre stone formations and a near-other-worldly overall sensibility stemming from that weirdness – at least, according to Dali. But who could even cinceive of replicationg this man’s accomplishments? Here’s where I want to go – Park Guell, in Barcelona:

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Then there is Frank Gehry:

Here’s a building for ya!

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Or even this humble set of Extreme eccentricities:

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And having said this, I’ve also developed a fondness for the written word. Oh, I adore the standard list of Fiction favorites – Follett, Deaver, Tom Clancy are huge – , James Lee Burke is a monstrous favorite of mine and now he’s gone and killed off poor Dave Robicheaux, a local disaster here. But, as was the case with my former high school baseball coach, jack hicks, I have been lucky enough to meet a local legend as well by the name of Bob Hill. I have featured both Bob and Hidden Hill Nursery in this blog before: right here in fact:

http://www.stevesnedeker.com/category/hidden-hill-gardens-bob-hill

Bob runs Hidden Hill Nursery – a delightful website as well as the premises where he sells his carefully-selected exotics to the general public. At once accessible and prone to conversation, Bob also has made the nursery into a virtual park of horticultural and artistic wonders.

But his continued work in describing the local history of Louisville, in conjunction with the developing and fully wonderful planned massive park system called The Parklands of Floyds Fork, planned for eastern and southeastern Jefferson County (Louisville),  and one of the nation’s largest new metropolitan parks projects.

Well, Bob’s Floyd’s Fork Journal –  http://theparklands.org/category/bob-hills-journal/ – is an absolute gold mine of historical information, told by Louisville’s pre-eminent story-teller and is completely fascinating.

Bob Hill cares to remind us that our past is an interesting as our futures – so we owe the guy one. Or two.

How wonderful can it be – honestly – surrounded by such interesting people in this world, all of whom merely want us to smell some roses?

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