sooooooo. concrete slab today. i went to work to check in, grab some gear (muck rake, stakes, power trowel, cure can and cure (which failed on me of course), after i stopped at the Deep Homo race shop for some rebar and some lag bolts and metal brackets for unrelated (garage door hardware). walk in and see our concrete Super talking with our main boss who runs everything. we are all pretty close knit, and i walk in with my shirt over my nose. Kiwi turns and says "what the fuck is wrong with you NOW mate?". i tell him i have bronchitis, and before i can say another word, the big boss says "get the fuck out of here. go home. dont come back we dont want you spreading your germs around here. take your sickness and leave".
BINGO!!!!!! now i dont have to run back to the house, drop the gear, and leave coming back to work! might not go in tomorrow either, who knows. nah i will go in to return the Whirly and other stuff, grab my tools and gear for the concrete demo and repour job for thurs/fri, and bug on out.
mud is at 11. pump truck at 10:30. the two man crew bust out all of the minor things like setting grade, raking and compacting, rebar (i did some few holes drilled to keep the slabs from drifting apart height wise) and then dug out for a little extra depth where the lift may possibly go sometime later on. couple 3 sticks of rebar there too. just because it cant hurt.
mud is down in an hour. then 5.5 hours finishing it. with a few breaks along the way to pull the laundry sink to replace the faucet, pull both drains in the kitchen sink to seal them (they leaked) and to redo some structural mounts for the upcoming garage roll up doors coming shortly.
even though i am one armed, i do all that i can and much that i probably should not be doing, like pounding stakes one handed to secure form boards. i got a foot that held the stake, no biggie. i know what i shouldnt be doing, and i push past that to some extent thinking i may be able to squeak by but hopefully not overdo it.
but, i got life to live, progress to make, and i cant sit idly by watching things happen (or not happen) around me.
pictures. tomorrow evening i plan to move a lot of this stuff over to that corner..... to make the required space for the garage door guys job soon!
order of 10 yds concrete: $1310.71 gotta pay for your order even if you do not use it all. we used around 9 yds.
pour and placement guys: $450 and $100
pump: $270
misc stuff: $60






and while i was messing with the spring mount reinforcements for the garage doors, i ran into some old "friends". just a bunch of dicks actually. but i relocated them.

Builder Jeff, as Chubby calls him, gettin his smoother on.



and of course, it aint personalized until its "signed"!!!!



so its down and done, i cure/sealed it even though the yard guy didnt clean out the cure can and it was FULL of chunks that kept plugging up the tip/line. we swapped to the oil spray can he had for his tools, and it worked much better until the pump handle broke. good enough, said i, and on home they went. and the worst thing for them is they live 3 blocks from my old house!!!! i feel for them to drive ~90 miles back home tonight! it was a long ass day for them, they left there at 6:45 AM and arrived around 8:30, left at 6:00 aqnd who knows how long to get home but i surmise 2 hours minimum.