Thursday, having passed the inspection for the retaining wall footers, we passed the time waiting for the concrete trucks by meeting with the geothermal contractor. He was a little unsure if we would have enough room in the front for the geothermal wells. But after coming out and seeing it in person, he determined it would be no problem. Since they will make a collosal mess drilling the wells, they will come after the house walls are backfilled and before anyone else needs to get in to do work.
When the pumper truck got there it tested its reach out to the back retaining walls while it waited for the concrete trucks.
The concrete trucks got there before too long.
By adding an extender tube (or two) they were able to reach all the way to the back,
which was a pretty long way!
Ever noticed that you can tell the rank of the construction worker by his level of activity? The job supervisor is sitting on the dozer, the crew foreman is standing with his hands on his hips, and guess who is doing all the work?
Actually, everyone pitched in. Here's the job supervisor poking extra rebar into the footer.
Still, holding onto the hose as it spewed heavy concrete by the cubic yard seemed like the hardest job. The hose seemed to have a life - and a mind - of its own.
I have a confession to make...
All this concrete work has been making me connect with my inner mud pie maker. Is it wrong to want to play in the wet concrete?
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