We have a slab! I would’ve posted sooner about this giant step forward, but it took more time than I realized to load, name, file, sort and crop the 96 photos John and I took between the two of us. Watching this was almost as exciting as a baby being born, without all the cuteness.
The concrete pumper was already parked at the job site when we arrived around 7:15 last Friday morning.
About 10 minutes later, the first of many cement trucks rolled down the street (we lost count after six or seven).
The trucks paired up to fill the hopper.
Here comes number three:
About 7:45, the first concrete was delivered to the southeast corner of the house.
The red lines crisscrossing the area are the tension cables which add strength to the slab.
Here’s the first truck at the concrete washout area:
We marveled that none of the workers ever tripped or fell, especially after all the trenches were filled and all the tension cables were covered. How do they do it?
By 8:30, a good amount of concrete had been poured.
The blue tubes are the electrical conduit that will feed power to the kitchen islands.
I had a fun exchange with this worker:
She: Did I get you wet?
Me: No, but I when I first saw you, I thought, “That’s a woman!”
She (laughing): Yeah, we can do it, too!
Pouring the dining room, about 8:50:
Minor traffic jam:
Remembering the St. Louis Arch from the 2013 marching band trip….
This is hard work:
Inserting J bolts (I think):
Pouring the back porch:
The guy in blue standing on the mound in the background operated the remote control for the pumper.
Pouring the space that will become John’s workshop, about 9:25:
This will be a covered parking area over the driveway with a side entrance into the house.
Later that afternoon, around 2:00, we captured some polishing work being done, although I can’t remember why it’s done. I will have to ask Rhonda again.
Nearly 12 hours later, all is quiet:
Up next: framing–as soon as it stops raining buckets every day.