I heard the rumrumrum of a concrete truck around 10 this morning while standing at the MacPro. I have to admit to being a fan of concrete pours. Since my first building experience at age 12 helping my dad build a concrete block house, to working on two house-building projects in the ’60s, each with lots of concrete work — I’ve been fascinated by the process. Things have to be ready. The crew has to be competent and experienced. Once concrete is poured, it’s — THERE. No compromises. All this is exciting. You gotta be on!
So around the corner I went to my neighbor Steve’s. Steve, a local mason, is in the process of moving a 40′ by 16′ house from a couple of miles away onto his property. A few weeks ago, it came down the road (after some tree trimming) in a rainstorm and was deposited on Steve’s lot.
This is a win-winner. The house didn’t have to be demolished (which it would have been), plus Steve gets a 640 sq. ft. stud-framed shell that he can fix up.
Today was pour day. Steve had an all-star crew of local builders helping out. A photo op!
Pumping concrete is so easy with a pump, compared to hauling chutes all around and pulling it along with shovels in the trenches, or worse yet, having to use wheelbarrows. The concrete was coming out of a 4″ rubber hose and the guys were having a good time, fueled by coffee and sugar donuts. Sun out after days of rain. A good day.