Last week DH made short work of a bag of ‘instant’ concrete — I’m not sure about the brand, but you know what I mean. That paper bag of magic mix is making me a happy gal!
He poured a stem wall for the window/wall on this new project that eliminates the temptation of a garage under our house. And closes a “pneumonia hole” that called itself a garage door. The garage door was invitation to mice, turtles and attracted snakes. The feline building inspectors are in for a big surprise with no massive entry left open for them to enter, check things, then hide out.
The door is in (I hate helping to carry heavy doors) and the window on order. Should have been here last Friday, but will be here NEXT Friday.
When he finished, there was a couple quarts of concrete left in the wheelbarrow. Using a demoted kitchen spoon (I keep and re-purpose a lot of ‘tools’), we scooped the mix into a couple ice cream bucket forms to make stepping stones or plant stands. Something wonderful, I’m sure. While we were intent on that, one of the cats jumped into the soupy stem wall form and left DEEP prints — all four. She was in and out FAST! The buckets had to share a little of their bounty to fix the tracks. Then all was well.
There is more concrete conversation about this project, but it is ‘finger pointing’ so I will save that for a ‘snarky’ post later. Rebar is either not part of ‘some people’s’ plan or completely foreign to their thinking.
Keep your trowel clean till next time!