Got the slab finished. Pretty exciting.
Wife was worried about me starting another project before finishing any of my other projects. When she saw the slab, she stopped worrying. If I didn't get any further, she could use it as a nice place for a garden seat and a cup of tea. She's worried again now though. I have eight hundred bricks stacked up around the place. Not a very relaxing place for a cup of tea, and if I don't get going with it- what will we do with all these bricks!
Got the bricks for free. I like that. Wire cut, extruded bricks for the base and red clay bricks for the dome. They were free- if you don't factor in the cost of my little trailer's suspension, my back, shoulders and legs. And a pair of gloves. And the time involved in loading, unloading and stacking. And the time yet to be spent cleaning the old mortar off the used ones. Actually, the bricks weren't free at all.
Bought half a tonne of sand and a couple of bags of mortar and cement. It was raining. I hate that. I don't hate the wet and cold bit. I just don't like the mass of water that is in sand that I am paying for by weight. I really only bought a quarter of a tonne of sand combined with a quarter of a tonne of rain-water at a rate of thirty-five dollars a tonne. Even if you were just a tiny bit price sensitive that would hurt. For me it was really painful.
Wife needn't worry. I'm committed to finishing this project. I'm actually becoming a little bit obsessed with the whole pizza oven thing. I wake up in the middle of the night counting bricks and measuring angles, radii, volumes and masses. Is there anyone else here obsessed with wood fired ovens? Is there an easy cure?
I'm looking at the end goal: I like pizza. “No oven: no pizza!” That will keep me going.
God-willing, I’ll start the base tomorrow.