The Cement Caper...Day 3

(this took place yesterday afternoon)

Loren knew the cement truck wouldn't reach to the back of the garage, so he made two nifty chutes (one long, one short) to facilitate matters.

Did I marry a handy man, or what :-D

Everyone waits with bated breath as the cement guy adds extensions to his truck chute.


Here it comes...


Oops...a slight miscalculation. That big glob of cement that plopped into the wrong square had to be shoveled over by hand. The chute was readjusted and with two people holding implements alongside it went better.


For the corner square, the cement truck went around the back of the garage and stuck the chute in one of the windows.


Hafta wash off things off every so often.
Ah...the happy glint of sun on a wet screeding board. If only Jason and Kendra had been at home, I would have gladly done this job the entire time.

Our first block was nicely screeded, than somebody stepped in it, accidentally. Then he did it AGAIN.
I lost all moral superiority though, after I stepped in one of the smaller wet squares. Twice.

At this point, someone in their late forties temporarily lost control and was heard to remark, "I HATE THIS!"

(psychologists call this 'transparency.' Christians might call it that, especially if you said you were sorry. I call it 'finding my inner Ma.')

Loren rigged up a neat screeding platform for Ethan to get along the back edge and corner. I was positioned on the front--when not taking pictures.
There was some extra cement at the end so we had the guy just dump it into this last block. Then it had to be shoveled and carted over to another place in the wheel barrow.

(How's that atrial fibrillation workin' for ya, Derek?")

A once in a lifetime experience...Nolan gets to use the hose and not be in trouble.


These pants used to be intact. Then sometime during the afternoon a small weak spot started to tear...and tear...
....leaving me kneeling on bare cement. ("OOooo, this is not gonna be good...")

Loren putting on the edge finish to the last square of the day.
I took this in part to illustrate how slanted my end of the screeding was, but you can't really tell. Loren said it didn't matter :-)

It only hurts when I move or something touches them. You should have seen the clear plasma-like fluid running off last night.
Lotsa fun washing off the bits of cement and scraps of jean fabric from those babies.

Other than seeing the need for Botox injections around the patella, I've offered my name to the local diocese for their next building project..."Our Lady of the Weeping Knees Chapel."

Or maybe I'll just write a book about it, "Scars of the Screeder."

He may be smiling, but what is this man thinking ? Here's a good guess...("I should never had bought that woman a camera.)

Loren's spent all day removing the last 9 wooden forms. The skill saw has to make cuts between every piece of rebar. It's excruciatingly slow work but by 6:30 this evening he "only" had 1 1/2 sides to go.

Ah then...tomorrow will come soon enough.
 

Tweet