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Anyway....back to Gary and his love of projects. He's in his glory right now.... calling for hammers, coils of nails, OSB, trusses and other stuff that I don't understand. Against every grain in his soul, he has gone to our town office and purchased the appropriate building permit to dig the hole that will become the concrete slab. "Why I need a permit to dig a hole in my own yard is beyond me!" he screams. as he pays $134 for that permission.
He and Ben dug a big hole around the perimeter of the new office which is going to be an addition on the existing boat garage. Re-bar is attached to the existing slab. That is not Gary's butt in the picture but the guy who did the concrete. He's checking for levelness of the form boards with some beeping thing on a stick. Very high-tech.
In this picture, Gary is explaining to the guy how if it's not perfectly level to pour the concrete anyway because that's how we roll around here.
Then this monstrosity showed up in our driveway and Gary began to drool with glee and I started sucking my thumb and hemorrhaging money.
The two men working the concrete jumped right in the goo, using all sorts of fancy hand signals to the driver of the concrete truck. The signals told the driver when to mix, pour, how fast to pour and when to stop. Here's the STOP OR YOU'LL BURY ME signal:
Then they start moving the concrete, forcing all the air out of it and 'floating' a nice finish on it.
Finally, it is finished and now needs to cure for a couple days. We are ordering all the building materials today and my brother will start framing and ripping off the old roof next week. Stay tuned!!