|shop floor poured|
The man who delivered the cement wasn't very talkative, much to my hubby's dismay(he's a chatter), but he knew cement and pulled on rubber boots to help us spread the gray mixture out level in the frame. Hubby and I seesawed a long board back and forth, sloshing the mix down and making a smooth top as the cement man pushed more in front of the board where it looked shallow. Once that was all spread even, he drove to the smaller frame and poured the last of the cement into my tack room floor. We spread that out, and as the man left and hubby went to float the shop floor, I used a trowel to smooth out the edges of the tack room.
|Tack room and porch|
Friday, a different man brought the cement. He was late and went to our neighbor instead of us. He finally arrived. I believe he had too much coffee. He talked fast, moved fast, and made us feel like we had to move faster. Afterwards hubby and I were dismayed that we'd let the man's rushed attitude make us not do as good a job of smoothing out the second part of the cement. He also mixed the cement wetter and it didn't float as well. But we had enough left over to finish the floor of a small shed and to make a porch on my tack room.
|House will sit on the dirt in front of Stegosaurus Peak|
|Looking down on the house pad-view east|
Are you winterized?
|House pad-view south|