Before we can face the chimney with stones, we needed to expand the area above the roof line. And by "we" I mean Bob, FIL Jim, and Doug the mason. Although I *did* mix some mortar today. Yes, I did.
The Girl supervises. And plots how to distract us so she can resume climbing the scaffolding.
Our fancy mortar-mixing wheelbarrow.
The Girl isn't all supervising and trying to climb scaffolding, though. She also helped Daddy get some bricks up to the roof:
A regular mother-daughter masonry team, we are. Mixer and hoister. It did seem dangerously like manual labor, though, even that small bit of mixing....
I don't want to brag, but I might soon have a chimney with some facing. You'll see.
And, yes, I know I've said that before.